Resting on five of these are Pah'llocks, You look at each in turn.
The first is a heavy set chestnut, his beard and heavily feathered forelocks put you in mind of a draft horse and this is augumented by the light leather harness he wears. This Pah'llock emits an air of solid stability that reassures you, even from this distance, that all is well. The second pah'llock, a mare, sits on the next stone nearest his. She is white as ice with a flaxen mane, delicate as spun crystal and equally fragile. She speaks softly with the first Pah'llock.
The third Pah'llock, another stallion, is ocean grey, his horns decorated with bright ribbons and his ruby eyes distant as he seems to be meditating or focusing on something far away.
A fourth Mahnon Pah'llock, a blue-grey mare with a purple and black tail seems to be crooning a soft song to herself while reading the runes on the stone she is half leaning, half sitting upon.
The fifth and final Pah'llock you find watching you with bright green, almost calculating eyes. She is not so much lying as draped over a stone like a cat, her lion tail twitching in time to her own thoughts.
This last she-Pah'llock is black as ebony. A few ivory coloured trinkets are tied to her horns and the sound as they clack against one another would indicate they are carved of bone.
Remembering what you have learned during your time so far in the Tir you decide that these must be some of the council of elders of the Tir. Tho most of them seem still quite young.
A few ferns and tussocky grasses grow beneath the shady trees.
To the South is another clearing, this one larger. A few people wander there chatting and inspecting what appears to be a message board there.
Over in another corner of this small clearing you can see !nisgu sitting on a lone stone, equally ornately carved, and surrounded by half a dozen foals. You can hear their high, young voices calling questions and encouragement to their story teller even from here.
Behind you the Plains beckon and in every other direction is the forest.