When the ancients were on a long journey they would drink from a spring or stream cupping their hands and putting them up to their mouth to drink. As one was about to drink a word was said, and a cube of light appeared it formed itself into a bowl used to drink from the spring. Sivol people had that technique to outsiders it was technology or magic. It was of no importance if a Sivol had such an ability the springs were encompassed with beautifully crafted and decorated glass containers. At certain hours, the spring could form a cup in the hands of a person partaking of the water. Mainly people were certain that the spring was a living thing. The waters talked through a voice heard, another through the mind. 

Giant glass receptacles of water with no apparent connection to a water source bubbled up water into the stream for weary travelers to partake. Through constant devotion the spring turned into a shrine for devoted followers priests began to dominate, it was no longer a simple place to drink water. The water itself became a god, a cult of devotion, eventually evolving into a political cult. It was too much for the people who wished for a simple life. Attempts to destroy the springs by poisoning the waters, smashing the rock, to assaulting the priests. The springs eventually dried up the glass receptacles shattered. Deeper in the inaccessible mountains a spring appeared the trees of the forest were invulnerable to cutting tools. Interestingly the water didn’t appear to certain people who might try to turn into a cult. The spring never again permitted a cult to flourish.