They came to Layla's fountain. It had grown since the last time Kurt had seen it. If you could call it growth. The folding pattern was ever-changing. Its red forms would come out and back in never seeming to have a real pattern to the effect. An object that could only be barely described but is unforgettable when seen.
It had a pool of water that flowed from the ever-changing fountain, it didn't exactly float over the pool. If there was any pattern to its movements at all it was that it never was disconnected completely from the pool's rim though what held it up would move, slower than everything else somehow.
Horus took a long look at the fountain. The silence had started to become a bit awkward after a bit.
"I must thank you, my lord," said Layla. "I was very surprised that you would so quickly approve and to come yourself is a great honor."
"You have hidden this from us," said Horus.
"Fae are known to be very protective of their wells," said Layla, "I did not mean to…"
