My, my, my. What interesting stories she hears about this place. A magic mountain full of magic little horses who grant wishes for a price? Why, it sounds too good to be true. The blue roan spotted mare makes the trek, though she decides halfway there that she absolutely hates this climbing nonsense. Hexen is far more partial to flat land and salty winds, somewhere near the cold sea.

But she crests the peak of this damned mountain and looks around. "Come out to play, little faeries..."

ooc: looking to quest for equus sirenum! thank you