The spring bath is a deep, natural pool of crisp and clear spring water. It is surrounded by rose bushes on all sides except a northern and southern opening, which lead out of the enclosure of roses.
the spring bath, Outside Temple
deity
squirrel
I'm a brown squirrel that lives in the forest. I spend most of the time looking for acorns and other things to eat. Sometimes I play with the other squirrels and chase them. Sometimes we see a human and run away.
Oh great god of squirrels!  May you grant me a blessing of acorns!  A great many acorns!  Please, accept this, the traditional dance of my people as payment. Goodness, there's no need to - ach, you've gotten water in my eye.  Do calm down, there. The great god speaks!  The Lord of all Squirreldom has spoken!  What a joyous day! Ooh... oh my.  This is why I just *don't* like to make an appearance.  There now, don't get too excited or your heart will stop. *Freezes*  Okay, I promise to be good.  Oh, and could you also kill all the humans?  They chase us away from acorns, and shoot arrows at us for sport. Ah well, you see, I am not only the deity of Squirrels, but also of Small Ponds and Springs.  And while humans can sometimes make a mess of things, they can also be quite, erm, "hand"y in cleaning things up if they go wrong.  Every creature has its place. But they cut down the forests!  They drain ponds for fields!  They pollute the springs with their poop!  Maybe you are not the Acorn Lord as I once thought? Yes, this is true.  But squirrels sometimes get overfond of eating acorns, and then the trees whose roots purify the waters do not grow in as profuse numbers as they once did.  Should I, also, get rid of the squirrels as well? Squirrels have terrible memories, we only remember 1/3rd of what we squirrel away for winter, and the rest makes new forests grow which we fertilize with our nutritious squirrel poops! Nevertheless, the Deity of the Dryads has spoken to me most firmly on the matter, and it only through my intervention that their very roots do not strangle you where you stand! Mean God!  I smite you with my fists of squirrely rage! Fie on thee, squirrel! I curse you by removing your tail, and confounding you that you and your kind may never remember where you buried your nuts!