"I'm sorry, Krówka" Hysteria laid down on the grass, finally feeling the sweet, fresh wind from the surface plains on his reddish fur. After they fainted in the dungeons, some two geese had apparently noticed them and raised an alarm, informing the other horses nearby of their situation. In a way, they had saved their lives, didn't they. One of them had clung to the two horses who were recovering, and was sitting quietly next to them, observing both curiously wi...

How well did they know the dungeons? Well, apparently, not well enough. For a few hours now, the reddish courser wasn't sure which path he was following. Did it lead up? Down? He had to admit, he wasn't the best at finding his way around without a map, so he had no idea. Luckily, these days it wasn't hard to meet another fellow traveller, so at times like this, Hysteria liked to sit down and wait patiently for someone to rescu...