“Can you see anything?”

“I think so?” A pause. “Yes!”

“What is it?”

“I.. don’t know.”

“Have you seen it before?”

The voices were faint enough that Rattler had to strain to catch the words, but they were coming from up ahead. Instead of slowing, the heraldic mares' steps quickened. These would be the first coursers she’d come across in quite some time, and she was eager to return to the surface. Problem was, she wasn’t sure which direction the surface was. Normally she followed the same pathways she took down, but she’d found a section of crumbling stone and made the stupid decision to jump the gap. She hadn’t realized the angle, and that doing so made it impossible for her to go back the way she came. Rattler had unintentionally stranded herself.

She’d spent the last half day wandering around, attempting to find her way back to something - anything - that looked familiar. Rattler recognized nothing.

“Who are you?”

Rattler stopped, blinking. Before her stood two coursers: one deep black with blue eyes and pale hind legs, while the other was a buckskin puck. Both were watching her warily, and she could tell the puck was gearing up to throw down by the way she was collecting her hind end.

“Rattler,” Was what came out of her mouth first, “I am. Lost.”

The black mare snorted. “Join the club.”

The puck pinned their ears at the other, expression soft and amused. “Perhaps we can be found together? I have an incredible sense of direction.”

Another snort from the blue-eyed courser. “I am Karma, this is Pandora. You’re welcome to come with us.”

Rattler flicked her tail and considered them for a moment. “I can’t get any more lost than I already am.” Pandora smiled at that, and Karma frowned. “Lead the way.”