Off all of the levels she’d read about, Urraca felt most elated to explore the Overgrown Caverns. Perhaps it was her appreciation for plant life, having a successful but quaint garden back at her home. Being surrounded by greenery while under the Buried Kingdom balmed any apprehension that she may bolster. Ferns tickled her legs as she passed by and it brought a simper to her lips. Despite being in the dungeon the air held a freshness to it, surely due to the abundance of greenery.

She found herself particularly enthralled by some hanging vines with wide, heart-shaped leaves and glowing baubles when she stepped into something… offensive. The wet substance clung to her, seeping even into the tight space of her leg wraps and cannon. She loosed an immediate yelp, tore back her forehoof, and found the ooze remained. Her hoof pawed furiously in the air and the verdant slime simply jiggled and bounced but refused to let go.

Wait…

It wasn’t slime at all! It was some sort of creature! Urraca stared at the tentacles wrapped tightly around her leg, wriggling around the leather bracer. When she stepped upon it, having temporarily lost her footing, the creature squealed angrily. With an unneeded apology she lifted her leg again. Quickly and deftly, she tore at the straps of her bracer until it barely hung upon her cornet. Another vigorous shake, and the bracer with the creature fell to the ground.

Immediately she backed away, abandoning the piece of equipment with little care otherwise. Well, perhaps she needed to pay closer attention to her surroundings and not the plants…