"This is a dead end, what point is there to-" Icarus's complaint is cut off by the sound of something beneath their hooves as Diomedes marched ahead at the front of their party. He would run headfirst in to the wall if they let him. (Sometimes Icarus did.) This time, though, having zero breaks and the turn radius of a cow proved to make.. something happen.

"Did I break the floor?" Dio lifted a hoof, then put it down. The engraved tile beneath lit up in ripples, emitting a less pleasant sound than before and the light then dimming out as the ripples spread to the other tiles.

"*Did* you break the floor?" Icarus echoed back in mockery, staring, confounded, at the tiles as Diomedes began to step on each of them, watching the lights ripple and chime in varying tones. They looked kind of funny as they practically sparkled around the monolith of Dragon, a hardset gaze that did not falter once as the Coursers around him began to prance around him.

Different sounds occurred in different sequences. While Dio enjoyed the sounds the tiles made as he chased Icarus around them in his own hot pursuit theme music, Selaine held a much steadier head on her shoulders. Lights flickered iridescent off her well-shaped hooves as she carefully picked her way across towards the seemingly insurmountable wall on the other side, using Dragon as a meat shield to protect her progress from the two idiot stallions treating their *treasure hunting* as a playground. What riches could lay beyond that wall called a unique siren's song to her to the tune of the floor she navigated. Back and forth, back and forth, in a rhythm of puzzles until at long last, Selaine touched her hoof down to the final artwork carved painstakingly and adoringly into the floor; the depiction of an ancient Courser adorned with a magnificent helm and surrounded by fairies.

The corridor rumbled around them, stopping Icarus and Dio in their tracks to stare at the dirt and dust shivering down to the floor.

"Did *she* break the floor?"