Water is life

Pilgrimage of Bones

Madaya ran laughing, ahead of Islana towards the green trees that tilted to the sides at the edges of the oasis.
It never ceases to amaze the young witch how the environment changed from a hot unrelenting desert to the
lush green of life and abundance in the presence of water.

What were these havens scattered across the burning sands of the desert? Where did this pure clear water came from? Was it rain? Maybe some vast underground deposits or simply the will of Yther?

Once again they had stumbled upon a desert mystery, guided as it was by the Call for some purpose. Islana wondered if all those that followed the path would eventually converge at some point?

How many had heard the Twins calling?

Scanning the oasis she saw no signs of danger. The water surface moved slightly in the afternoon breeze as the sun hanged lazily in the skies.

Maybe for once they could rest. Gather their strength. Before the last leg of the journey.

She could tell Gra'akast did not lay far...