It was time for her to at least *attempt* the dungeon on her own. Morning wasn't all that worried, Blackfyre's blessing enough to keep her company on the way. That, and the little snail tucked carefully into her mane. They were getting to know each other better, and the best way to do that? Dungeoneering, of course. She's on high alert as they embark on the first adventure. The first step of the rest of their lives? Something like that. With pep in her step and a smile playing on her face, Morning is ready to enjoy the secrets of the dungeon.

They're a strange pair, but Morning appreciates the company. The dungeon is oddly comforting, but then, she was born here. Maybe it's not her first adventure, come to think of it. Her earliest memories are in these walls, surrounded by the mosses and plant life here. It's like coming home. Even with humidity hanging thickly in the air and clinging to her coat, she can't help but to feel at peace here. Tipping her chin and soaking in the musty scent, letting it fill her lungs, allowing it to soak into her coat. It's nice down here. Wildly optimistic, Morning is a special kind of unstoppable.