Home.

The word had little meaning until recently for the buckskin Puck, as strange as it might have been to other coursers. Home. A big word, with endless meanings and interpretations. Perhaps, every coursers home was something, or someone, different and there were some overlaps here and there. She did not really know, but she did know that 'home' was a new thing for her. To Pandora, home was not a place - and certainly not the place she'd been birthed, with her parents. Home was also not the dungeons, while comfortable and familiar.. they never felt like anything more than an adventure. The dungeon called to her, sang to her even, but it was no home.

Pandora's home was to be found in the company of her companions: in the late night coversations by the fire with Karma, and the quiet moments shared with Moritz during their down time. Home was also found in expressions she exchanged when Rattler when things were going sour - the knowledge that the heraldic would do anything for her and Karma. It was knowing these two mares, against possibly their better judgements and all odds, trusted her to take care of them and lead them 'home'. Every time.

It was a strange feeling, and it surfaced some emotions Pandora wasn't entirely sure how to deal with. The appearance of Moritz at her side brought her back. "Did you find anything?"

They shook their head slightly, gesturing towards the way they'd came.

"Back to the surface," Pandora mused. Back 'Home'.

Moritz was eyeing her like she was a particularly fascinating insect, as if they could sense her inner thoughts. Pandora held their gaze for as long as they did, only turning towards the exit when they blinked, snorted slightly, and trotted off towards the end of the cavern.