Disiyir spun and twirled about on his sharp blackened hooves as the cold waters of the stream surged into the hollowed out and dry core of the goblet.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"> "Water, oh how splendid she's intended to make due with simple old you." </span>His long wild beard swung about like a scarf as the maddened dance of his hooves pounded up clouds of dirty dust around him.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">  "But that just won't do, oh no, so few options, I'll just have to say poo."</span>As the silver chalice filled to the brim with the refreshing, cold, and crisp waters of the stream the icy chill of the beverage swept through the conductive metal.<br/><br/>Beads of moisture rose up like goosebumps across the etched goblet.  They rolled in diminishing lines downward as Dolly brought the chilled vessel to her parched lips.  The Korred within watched in awe as he was afforded the most wonderful view of her bundled together cleavage.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)"> "I dare say a Grig could get lost in there!"</span>He tossed the drums aside like unwanted trash as his nimble hairy fingers swept up the pan pipes that swayed at his side.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">"So smooth and bare, not even a hair to climb out of that pleasant despair." </span>He mused in a sing-song manner as the water poured down Dolly's throat and splashed wet cool relief across her body.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(147, 101, 184)">  "I'd gladly suffocate in there."</span><br/><br/>Immediately as the water merged into her body Disiyir could feel the surge in the otherwise dulled down world outside of his prison spring to vibrant life.  Sounds were far more crisp and crystal clear.  The temperature of the night air pushed away the sunlit illusion of his environment and replaced it with a star filled night.  The connection to Dolly was clear now and Disiyir, his movements visible to her eyes only offered a sweeping bow towards her as the etching of his form gained motion.<br/><br/>Doubtful though that she saw the movement, but as she lowered the goblet from her lips the most peculiar of miracles would catch her eyes for certain.  The meager amounts of water that clung to the interior of the smooth silver goblets basin puddled back to the center.  Beads of cold water began to sweat into existence upon the inside of the chalices walls.  Swiftly the profuse sweating of clean water spilled downward and joined the tiny pool of water grasped from the stream.  The vessels contents began to rise up, a swirling vortex of a whirlpool spun about in the center.  In the merest matter of a few seconds the goblet was full.<br/><br/>The soft sound of the pan pipes emerged from Disiyir's talented lips, weaving a delicate and relaxing melody that mirrored the babbling of the stream.    Disiyir, his form and movements now more visible upon the upheld goblet winked towards Dolly while he played the pleasing melody as the swirling waters within the vessel settled into a calm state before Dolly's eyes.