The cold clear water rippling gently over the smooth stones, there was only a soft babbling noise present as Cassius crouched near the stream. Marten and Aribelle far enough from him now that their voices were unheard amongst the trees. Cassius plunged a hand into the icy water, interrupting its gradual course downhill. He felt it flow through his fingers, before cupping his hand to splash dome of it onto his face.