You are about to turn back when you hear someone singing, it is a strange little ditty filled with nonsense words and foolish phrases. You follow the tune, shivering occassionally as though a ghost had brushed past you then sudden feeling merry or strangely sorrowful.
After a few moments the narrow trail opens into a roofless chamber, still the walls curve over head, like a bubble of stone with the very top removed, and thick, ever thick the ferns here grow.
A stream bubbles swiftly through the middle of this chamber, springing from a cleft in the rock and frolicking through the fiddleheaded ferns to skitter away through a narrow tunnel leading down into the open lands.
Sitting on a smooth worn slab of grey stone on the far side of the stream is a very unusual looking Pah'llocki mare, her forehooves dandling in the water.Her violet gaze is on the water.She pays you little attention at first and you cautiously walk over to see what she is watching.
In the water small fish, the colour of freshly minted silver, flit and twist around the Pah'llocki mares hooves, their colour almost exactly like the bells that are plaited into her mane and give a soft shivering noise at her slightest movement.
Body: Blk,Blk
Mane: m*,m*
Markings: a,a
Forefeet: D,h
Hindfeet: D,D
Tail: L,d
Horns: D,D
Mutation: n,m*
Sire: ???
Dam: Azinth
"Good Afternoon K'zarti. I am Jaden, last daughter of Azinth."
You stay silent, waiting for her to continue. She watches you, then smiles, turning back to the fish.
You blink in surprise and, not knowing what to do next, shift your weight from foot to foot. The mare remains oblivious to your discomfort and, after a long moment you retreat back a few paces and look around, deciding whether to follow the stream or head back into the Tors