It's a particularly warm day, and Soul Drift finds the progress of his quest hampered by it. He simply doesn't have the energy to travel as quickly, or for as long, as he normally would have. His bright blue coat is lathered in sweat, at this point, and his his ears and tail droop, like wilted flowers, as he makes his way toward the stream bed.
"..Thank goodness," he steps into the water, then ducks down to rinse his face and swallow a few, hearty, mouthfuls before raising his head once more.
Pearlsong and Spectre seem just as pleased to cool down as both birds make contented sounds in the water, the latter using the crane as a ferry.
