The next step you take feels a bit squishy and is immediately followed by a high-pitched ruckus at hoof level. *MIMIMIMI.* You have stepped on a mushroom, and a family of pixies is swearing at you for crushing their beautiful gazebo. Oops!

Calico Command hadn't been to the dungeons, not once in her life. She'd grown up in a Tribe, way on the surface, so she'd never gotten the chance.

Until now.

And, frankly, she was regretting this decision. She'd gone in blind, unaware of the dangers, and now she was surrounded by a trio of pissed-off pixies. Their language eluded her, nothing more than chittering, but still...

The mare's nostrils flared, a sharp whinny escaping her as she backed up.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Of course, she didn't receive answers she understood, and the little sprites flew closer to her. The Courser shook her head, ears pinning.

Oh come on, goddammit-