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This part of the meadows is bowl shaped and varigated by lines of tall dark trees, their shape rather like menhirs jutting towards the pale sky. It is hard to tell if the placement of these tree-lines are natural... insofar as anything is 'natural' in the Tir. They effectively screen off sections of the valley allowing whoever lives here not only areas to graze in privacy but also the ability to watch the main meadows without being observed. You descend down into the valley, the air growing cooler as you descend. At the far end you can make out a few traces of mist swirling beneath the trees. There is a fleeting flash of white beneath a copse of the dark trees not too far away, pale against the dark green foliage. Curious you stride into the shade to locate whatever creature it was.... Nothing. Not so much as a mark on the ground where you are certain it stood. "You won't find her. She's gone now." A soft voice murmers in your ear. ![]() Startled you spin on your heel, watching you mildly through silky white lashes is an unicorn mare. Her dandylion-tuft mane floats lightly in an aura around her head. She must have slipped around behind you while you were intent on your search. As if reading your thoughts she shakes her head. "Twas not me you just saw, nor any of my kind. It was Amya Tigerblood, one of the Mahnon Pah'llocks foundlings who chose to stay in the Tir, she resides in the forest." The mare tosses her head. "I am Pah'ki, daughter of Alidus and Nimue of the realm of Lady Brooklyn. And this is my son, Tsur'ghi."
There is a soft whuff of breath behind you and, looking over your shoulder you note the presence of another. "Though he visits when he can. Sitha also shares our valley though he prefers to graze alone more often than not... You can probably find him further to the North."
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