• You hear tinkling beside you as a Courser's chanfron tumbles - no, *scuttles* across the cave floor. Upon further inspection it is being used as a shell by a massive crustacean. How do you react?

Eris found odd comfort in the overgrown caverns. She was born in to the dungeon and... sort of raised there, never even stepping foot on ther surface, she have traversed many levels of the dungeon. But the leafy corridors of the first level brough her immense solace. The appaloosa felt like she belonged, blending in with the multitudes of flora, her long tendrils of teal hair looking like that of the vines that crawled along the corridor walls, its almost as if the dungeon was made for her.

The champagne recently made friends with a small teal drake and she decided to keep it as her own. Since her vision was fairly poor, the winged creature did a very pleasant job of helping Eris see her way through the dungeon. The mare felt her small drake friend shuffle a bit before hopping down off her back, making a tiny squawk.

"Sinbad, darling, what is it?"

Her ears flicked forward as she heard what sounded like grating metal across the storm floor and tilted her head in response. Sinbad didn't seem to think whatever this was wasn't a threat, so she lowered her head to the floor to try to get a closer look. A small smile spread across her mouth as she noticed the helm of an untimely courser was now a colorful cavern crab's new home.

"Circle of life I suppose."

Eris said, still with an eerie smile.