This part of the tors is walled by steep, smooth grey stone, the ground in places has been churned by hooves and you worry that a Pah'llock... most likely La'sutha, might come bolting down the narrow trail towards you and not stop in time.

It is with great relief that you find yourself out in the open once more, standing by the edge of a circular chamber of glade. The walls of this place are partially covered by a climbing honeysuckle vine, it has been trained out across a frame to create a densely roofed shelter and, resting beneath it, to your surprise, is La'sutha.

Not as young as I used to be... She blinks wearily as you approach and heaves herself to her feet, shaking the dry moss from her coat and stretching.

"!nisrop" She continues stretching until you are sure she must bend in half, then shakes out her particoloured mane. As she does so you notice the black sections are becoming slightly grizzled with grey.
Slowly dancing on the spot to loosten up her muscles La'sutha nods to the thick honeysuckle. "The foals helped put that up for me, z!ibaeo yarnoth nath." She smiles affectionately, piroetting on the dirt and flicking out her legs to shake the stiffness from them.

"They call me Grandma Ch'eihuto and pamper me silly because I know many games. Most Pah'llocks are lucky to age gracefully as I have. I was active all my life and it has held true for my age." She sweeps her horns in an arc. "We are now between Autumn Equinox and Winter Solstice. Solstice marks the longest and shortest days of the year while Equinox marks the centres of the other two quarters of the season. Spring Equinox is for growth and renewal while Autumn is for harvest and preperation for the frost. Summer Solstice and Candletide are usually celebrated the greatest, during Autumn most creatures are busy readying for winter and in winter about half the beings of the are hibernating.
"We have two layers of seasons in the Tir: the four main which most know: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. And then we have to over seasons: Wet and Dry. Monsoon season usually goes from Loki'man'a to 'mana.
Hopefully there will be a small gather at Winter Solstice though most of us have been too busy reorganising the Tir to find time to ready even a Pah'llock Gather." She whuffs a small breath of disappointment.

La'sutha
Body: Brn*,Blk
Mane: Blk,w
Markings: p,p
Forefeet: p,p
Hindfeet: h,h
Tail: L,H*
Horns: u,D
Mutation: n,n
Sire: Scatter
Dam: Dove
"Perhaps Spring will be better all the same. Just wait till you see the plains in Tir Gather time." Her eyes brighten like sapphires. "You've never seen a full Tir Gather. The colours and sounds! Oh how I look forward to it! There hasn't been a Gather like that since before the Bulette. We have all been to busy trying to get the Tir back in order once more." La'sutha shakes out her ragtag mane and you realise she is bounding around like a foal again, her stiffness gone.
"Grandma Ch'eihuto!?"
"Come play with us!"
 "Yes! Come see what Seita found!"

La'sutha winks and bucks like a filly. "Coming. Say Tendaki to the K'zarti."

There is a chorus of 'Tu'tendaki'

'Tendaki'

'tu'gateo'ti K'zarti'

"Now come along Grandma! Before it wanders away. We got Taffy to sit on it but it kept going." A tiny grey filly demands, her oversized ears flopping comically as she tugs at La'sutha's tail.
The pinto mare allows herself to be nudged, shoved and dragged away by the foals, calling over her shoulder. "The left path leads to Lullago if you want to visit her." before bounding away, followed by a trail of foals, including the little grey, still clinging to her long tail.
Looking to the left you realise that indeed there is a path, one you hadn't noticed before, half hidden in the honeysuckle. The path La'sutha took looks like it leads down onto the plains