would you like your water sparkling or flat?

Although the nights seemed long and chill, Fable simply attributed it to the natural coming of winter. She'd been born at the height of the long ice age and had little to compare it to, but Theory assured her that this was normal. Completely typical, average winter. Sure seems a little weird, the yearling thought, her eyelids drifting closed lazily. She'd stopped to rest just for a moment and the comforting sounds of the rapids had quickly lulled her to sleep. It was a sound she'd heard nearly all her life - except at the very height of the long winter, when they had frozen completely. Fable couldn't imagine a more familiar noise. Just before her eyes began to flutter closed, she saw a flash of light dance its way through the water. Her eyes shot open and it happened again - there, a glittering, shimmering light. "Hmmm?" she murmured, slowly sitting up. Shocks of blue light danced through the water. With each ripple that crested over the rocks, the water glowed. It danced with light.