Dacouh groaned and continued walking, his eyes closed. He heard a stream running by, and decided, Eh, might as well, and continued to the streams location. He kept his head leaning on his palm, with his palm over his eyes and fingers in his hair. His sleeveless brown shirt blew helplessly in the breeze, as did his long pants. He heard the waters sound grow, and eventually, without his knowledge, got to the spring, but he didn't realize it until he fell right in. He thought the spring to be on his right, but was in front of him, and he dunked into it, cloths and all. Cursing, he swam up, spitiing out water, oblivious to the girl in the spring.