The courser’s golden and white coat would stand out against the area's dark stone and green vegetation, the silence almost deafening as he moved along the corridors. He had no idea where he was going, searching for his lost friends from when he had wandered away from the group, chasing after a faint jingling sound.

Increasing his pace when he saw the corridor lead into an open area, Ken would almost stumble over his hooves as he entered the room. His ears flicked to listen to the sudden rush of sounds, water trickling down into a thin stream, the vegetation rustling..

And suddenly, the jingling was back.

Ken would let his head whip around, a vague shape akin to a courser blocking the way out of the area. Something was... Off about the course, though he couldn’t quite figure out what it was. “Uh, can i help you?” He’d inquire, tilting his head.

The stranger would tilt it’s head in return, their neck twisting an uncomfortable amount. “Yes.. you see i am terribly, terribly lost… hopelessly so.” The course would pause as it drew a sharp breath into it’s body, it’s chest expanding far too much as it did so, a vague crackling sound ringing out as it exhaled. “Would you know the way out.. Of here?”

Ken would raise a brow, raising his head to look past the stranger and down the corridor again. “It’s back the way you came from, no trickier than that.” The blonde courser seeming oblivious to any danger he might be in, turning his gaze back to where the stranger had been standing a moment before.

Though all that was left behind, was a puddle on the floor.

“Man, not even a ‘thank you’ or a ‘goodbye’. Ugh.”