Trees, trees, and more trees. She feels as though she’s been wandering through endless forests, which, in itself, isn’t entirely unpleasant, but she’d certainly like to see if this foreign land has anything else to offer. She continues slinking lazily through the darkness, soft and luminescent like a pixie weaving through the trunks. She knows nothing of the predators that haunt Beqanna’s shadows, so she wanders without the barest trace of self-preservation, letting the leaf litter crunch and rustle beneath her hooves as she moves closer to the edge of the woods.

As the trees thin and the light begins to pierce the gloom, a resounding summons filters its way down to her. Her ears swivel with interest, for she surprisingly has not crossed paths with another soul in the time that she’s been here. Her steps quicken so that she might reach an open space, might see who is calling out.

The brightness assaults her deep green eyes, and she pauses for a moment, blinking through the initial disorientation. Once her vision equilibrates, her gaze sweeps through the scenery and she is puzzled by the lack of bodies. The place nearly seems abandoned, but someone must be nearby. She takes in the solitary tree rising over the meeting area, wondering its significance and how it came to be blackened. Her eyes slip past it to the farthest borders of the Chamber.

A bit of movement captures her attention.

Her rose-pink wings, delicate little things that look as though they’d barely support a dragonfly, flutter energetically as she realizes there is a man standing atop a tall rock. He must be the one. She knows that he has probably been able to see her since she emerged from the forest, so there is no shyness in her movements (not that there would be anyway) as she covers most of the ground between them.

She pauses at a distance that allows her to continue looking up at him without wrenching her neck. Though everything about her screams of dainty femininity, boldness colors her purring voice as she calls to him.

“Come say hello, won’t you? It’s a bit rude to expect a lady to climb a mountain for you.”

A smile twists her lips as he comes to meet her. She loves it when they listen to her.

Her dark eyes study him intently, fascinated by the graceful fluidity that seems incongruous for his large build. When he comes to a rest, her gaze briefly flits to meet his before returning to her examination. She immediately notices the oil-slick shimmer woven into his mane and is surprised to realize that it belongs to a serpent. Interesting.

But not nearly as hypnotizing as the scales that ripple briefly along his skin, or the curls of smoke that spread around their feet. She has always longed for a bit of her own magic, a bit of lethality betrayed by the cotton candy cloud of her looks, so his little displays tickle her with both delight and jealousy.

His voice sends a crackle of electricity humming through body and she smiles demurely up at him, utterly aware of the rapacious hint of his stare (for it matches her own). Where another might swoon with intimidation at their vast differences in height and build, she stands rigid in her temerity. Perhaps because of her small stature, she has never been known to show fear and quite enjoys the astonished reactions she tends to elicit.

She easily mimics the supple, comfortable posture he adopts and produces a soft chime of laughter when he speaks, pleased that he readily matches her banter.

“That is because she hasn’t, and she wanders because she is looking for adventure.”

A step closer, a sharp inhale of his scent, a stir of the hoof to send the smoke into a dizzy spiral.

“Tell me, what sort of adventure might this Chamber have for her?”