A strong wind blew down from the mountains causing Eoin's hair to flutter. It was still exceptionally hot, but the gust granted him a brief reprieve. The grass was not as dry here and he spotted flecks of green dotting the landscape. As he had thought, there must be water nearby. Eoin daydreamed of finding a clear cool pool deep enough to swim in and rejuvenate himself.
The dusty plain slowly transformed into a verdant hill, no longer did small clouds kick up as he walked, the ground became soft and lush with life. Cresting the hill Eoin cast his gaze down into a deep green valley, he stood just for a moment staring at the narrow river that ran through it and wound up into the mountains. He spied a herd of grazing deer along the far bank, he rubbed his eyes just to be sure this was no mirage. Invigorated by the sight Eoin sauntered down the hill into the valley softly singing his favorite hunting song.
When he reached the bottom of the valley he waded into the river, the cool clear water washed over his body and he paused for a moment giving thanks to the gods for this gift. He sat down and laid his head back into the churning water letting it wash away the filth that had accumulated on his body during his trek. For an hour he bathed and drank of the life giving serpent that slithered across the valley floor. Refreshed he made his way to the far bank, found a small clearing under a pair of great oaks, and lay in the grass staring up at the sky for a few moments until his eyes closed and he was asleep.
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