Magna glared at the stream on the floor of the dungeon.

The water did not glare back.

In fact, the water did very little beyond continuing to flow, and glitter in a full rainbow spectrum.

Magna narrowed his eyes to strengthen his glare.

Once more, it did absolutely nothing to the stream.

Finally, the courser gave a snort in exasperation and tossed his head. Squish, Magna’s tiny snail that had been sliming along Magna’s lower jaw nearly lost its attachment in the movement.

Magna gave another halfhearted glare at the water on the floor before turning his head back to sort through his pack.

The water burbled around a rock a little bit.

Magna finally picked out a good glass jar in his fur-lined pack and prompted Squish to latch onto it. Once the snail had a good grip on the jar, Magna lightly bit onto the snail’s shell to pick the whole jar up out of his pack.

Then, gingerly to avoid snapping his sensitive lips in the contraption that held the jar’s lid to the body, Magna unlatched the tensed metal to open the jar.

He then grabbed Squish’s shell again to pick the open jar up and lower the far edge of it into the odd water.

With no other coursers for Magna to show off to, he was far more careful to avoid getting any water on himself or Squish. He talked a big game about being willing to do anything for science and his lack of sentimentality even to his closest pet, but when given the room, he genuinely would feel awful if one of his experiments harmed the small snail.

Once enough of the liquid had been collected, he picked up the whole thing to set on a nearby flat rock. Once it was solidly placed, Magna allowed Squish to relinquish it’s hold on the jar and resume its preferred place on Magna’s jaw.

Magna once more squinted at the water in the jar. Unfortunately, the slime from Squish and the glass that made the jar altered the exact presentation of the water. However, once Magna placed his lantern down and moved his head from side to side, he could determine that the strange iridescence of the water continued throughout the whole jar, not just the top.

Magna sighed and grabbed the top of the jar, clicking it back onto the jar sealing the water in tightly. Once more, he and Squish went through their typical actions to move the jar once more into the pack.

Hopefully the thick fur lining the individual pockets would keep the jar from breaking or leaking the water everywhere-

A poorly made footstep caused Magna to lose his balance.

One second on solid ground, the next his hooves were slipping from underneath him, in a desperate attempt to get them underneath him again, he tried to find a firm stone. Unfortunately, the place he put his foot came loose as soon as he had put his weight on it.

Panicking, Magna threw himself down on the side of his pack that did NOT contain glass and scalpels. He did not want to deal with being injured so badly in such a simple situation.

Of course, this resulted in him flailing around and landing splat in the middle of the magic stream.

Great.