He breaths, trying to gasp and catch breath as muscles scream in stinging pain. "Ow..." they huffed. A but if a limp in steps. His eyes adjust to the blue light of bioluminescence algae as it makes long strands of blue. Some little dots freckles around. Some natural light, albeit odd. The smell of wet moss was in the area. Probably some sort of underwater lake or aquifers. But he pushes forward, heavy hooves carring his somewhat hurt form. His eeys twitch too and fro, uo and down to not be ta...

Luck undergrowth, damp cobblestone, and the smell of mould and other plant life. A loud snort echoes in the corridor, A bay coated Courser stalks in, a hesitant expression on his face, eyes loving too and fro. Aladar does NOT want to encounter any little pests that’ll be too much of a problem. Hooves tap at the damp floor, sometimes feeling the greenery under hoof. So far they've ventured in and looked in the usual corridors the horse looks in just in case any...