[Mineal Shade]

First Cycle of Aperitus, Summer, Era XIV PF

Pushing his goggles up on his head Mineal looked around at the strange, nature made square. This was the nicest climate Mineal had ever been in, not at all like the extreme hot and cold temperatures of the wastes or the bitter, wet cold weather of Frigid River. It was comfortable, and yet all together strange and foreign to the mosat. He had never lived in a place where the climate could be described as nice. Just one more strange bullet in the list of Acumin's oddities.

He was now investigating one of the more strange places of the village. It was a fountain of sorts, or a spring more precisely. Mineal had followed one of the small streams to the source. There were a few people bent down on their knees praying. Very strange to see people praying to water. He hunkered down over one of the small streams and looked down at the water. Such a weird place, magic shields, trees turning themselves into buildings, and worshiping a water spring. N'danosh had been a culture shock but Acumin was just odd to the mosat, a village of some freak accident of nature.