Some more trodding until the cold stone of the fountain is against your hooves. – The thirst for water was a deadly luxury. Sparkling with an unknown trait, this strange water looked appetizing. Sniffing at it until ready, you lapped it up until your thirst was gone. Tilting your head back up, your antlers knocked into an upper branch, shuffling against leaves. Shaking off excess water on your fur, you stepped away. An overwhelming feeling then consumed you. This water was not normal. Definitately not normal. Perplexed on whether it was pain or shock your body felt irregular. Almost shapeshifting. You were no longer a deer yet a bird. A robin with wings ready to soar. Take lift into the sky. Change may be hard to overcome yet its all in time to adjust.