Arista began to breath heavily as if the intake of the air was swallowing her. She was not use to being outside of water for a super long time, after using magic. It was tearing her lungs apart, but she needed to understand the world around her. Thick air pulsated through her mouth, and choked down the rivets of the lungs like piranhas.<br/><br/>"Shall we make haste then?" A man spoke the words driving the pain out the door for the moment. The only response made was a nod of the head from her as she swept into the side street with the group.<br/><br/>"We.. should go.. somewhere wet, we can hide if they can't smell us."  A sense of pure relief at those words washed over her. Water would help heal her magic issue, and help heal her open wound.<br/><br/>"We should head into the forest then. There's bound to be a stream. How else would these people get their fresh water?" A woman spoke in the group.<br/><br/>" I am positive I can locate you water." Arista was not use to speaking, nor gaining attention. The ground was soaked, and the stench of blood creeped in the wind. Her right hand clenched the wound that was oozing out blood still. Rain had finally stopped revealing her open wound if anyone took a real look. Fear seeped through her. What would happen when they realized she was a water dragon? What kind of wishes would they try to impose on her?<br/><br/>A presence in the distance made her head turn towards the forest. It wasn't a screaming presence, nor one that she could truly figure out. Heck, it could have been a lone deer for all she knew. A jewel on her chest began to light as words muttered in a hush made a weird language. It was a water dragon song that brought about the ability to find water. Most water dragons know this spell as fire dragons have a similar cast to find natural fire like volcanos. It's a simple location spell. However, it was taking every part of her to cast it. Her vibrant blue hair was slowly fading to a light blue, and her eyes were following the same fate. A sure sign that if she didn't replenish energy soon there would be no hope for her.<br/><br/>The spell released a orb showing the path through the forest that lead down a stream, and to a river. Green oak trees, sharp twigs, and rocks littered the path. But before the orb went away it displayed a man with red eyes searching atop a mountain. He was looking for an object?  A necklace hung from the man's neck revealing that he was a former priest of the water clan.  But over the 265 years she's been alive...his face was unfamiliar.<br/><br/>" There is a river deep within the forest. Be wary, a man is near the river as well." She spoke hoping the group heard her words as she stumbled a little before being able to walk straight. There wasn't much else she could do for them. But if they wanted water, she needed water, it was best to stick with them.