Osiris hadn't expected much when his fingers brushed over the glowing stone wedged into the slope of the beast's cracked spine. He was just walking in that annoying brooding silence after being yelled at, again, and muttering something under his breath when his skin made contact with the surface.
It was warm. Not hot like fire, not cold like the rest of the mountain, but warm. Alive.
And then—
Tiny droplets of clear, shimmering moisture began to form.
One…
Two…
Then a slow trail of dew beaded on the surface like pearls melting into existence.
He blinked.
Then casually turned his head toward Isabella.
"Is this the dew you need?"
Silence.
Isabella whipped around so fast her hair slapped Glimora in the face.
She stared at him.
Like he was the smartest idiot alive.
"…what?" she said, blinking. Then she blinked again. Then stomped toward him.
"I just—" Osiris pointed to the rock like it had performed a miracle. "Touched it."
