Cerule sighed, slithering through the park and the grassy fields. The pebbles and rocks under him on the path chafed at his skin, and he couldn't help but wince every now and again at the sensations. "Urgh." he groaned, wondering why he had come out at all, until he remembered: he had hoped to get some bread and other food stuffs, but had ended up very lost and somehow in the park. "What the cods." he sighed, trying to find his way out of the sunny and very very large, green, uncomfortably-paved park.
After what seemed like an age, he finally stumbled upon the center of the park, and, sitting smack bang in the middle of it, was a beautiful, bubbling fountain. Cerule's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped, no words forming. Slowly, he slid up to it, seeing his reflection in the cool clear water, and without a second though, dived in.
Hey. Water's water.