149 The Wisdom of Holy Animals 4yr

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"I smell the scent of water." Sunier's voice came from above. "Hold on a bit longer. It would be better to rest by the riverside."
Moxinke slouched as he lifted his head. "How far is it?" he asked.
"Not far away. A little further on, and we might hear the sound of spring water."
Moxinke had to gather his strength to continue the way. The female magicians and the two deacons were dissatisfied with Moxinke's rudeness and were still complaining. They didn't stop jabbering until Asa, who seemed to enjoy a high prestige among them, made them stop.
Not far away, there really was a spring. Though not reaching two meters in width, it was a paradise in this shadowy forest. At least, there was visible sunshine and soft, real verdant grass here.
The female magicians cheered when they saw the spring and ran upstream together. With their robes covered in mud and fluids of all colors, they were eager to have a wash.
Moxinke threw himself down, his giant sword lying beside him. Cessacioun and R