would you like your water sparkling or flat?

She shot to her paws as Soul approached, her eyes still trained on the strange dancing water. "Well, funny you mention that," Fable murmured, gesturing with her paw towards the water. "It's shimmering. Like little stars are trapped inside. I've never seen anything like it." Every time the rapids splashed, bright like sparkled where normally the water would turn to white foam. The rocks touched by the water glimmered softly in the moonlight as if the water left behind some of its light each time they brushed. "I wonder if I captured some of it in one of my bowls... if the water would still sparkle." Ever an academic, Fable wanted to see if her hypothesis held true. "Wait here! I'll grab one." She spun and raced towards her nearby den to scrounge up one of her smaller clay bowls.