A place like this, left untouched, had to be important somehow.  Minha vaguely recalled stories of her better-bred cousins making use of water and quiet places, and there were a dozen half-remembered stories from the Immaculate texts about Daana'd dwelling in such places-- but she'd never really been a pious woman, never paid much attention to religious matters when there were matters of learning who and how to attract the attention of...<br/><br/>All the half-remembered facts and stories in the world were useless, though, if they didn't tell her what this was.  It had to be something, she reasoned, or their footsteps would not have led them here.  Minha lingered long enough to pass a hand in front of her face, adopting a Very Serious expression, and put aside the drink-and-chew-fueled will to snuggle as she stepped closer to the pool, looking into the waters.  "It's a lovely place you've found," she murmurs somberly, eyes briefly to the eldest-looking among the teakettle courtiers before flicking back to the pond.  "I can scarcely hear the world outside.  Though unless these ones have seen Brass Fist Bodhisattva, or know how and where to find him..."<br/><br/>Kneeling down, the Malefactor watched the reflection on the pool-- and on a thought, began to stretch out a finger to touch the surface of the water.