"But even I could jump that," Daybreak complained, and Mouse heard the scraping of a tiny hoof on rotten old wood. "Here-- touch here."

Mouse did so, brushing his sensitive muzzle over the top edge of a door barely as high as his shoulders more in an effort to placate his demanding charge than out of any actual interest.

"But even I could jump that," Daybreak complained, and Mouse heard the scraping of a tiny hoof on rotten old wood. "Here-- touch here."

Mouse did so, brushing his sensitive muzzle over the top edge of a door barely as high as his shoulders more in an effort to placate his demanding charge than out of any actual interest. A gaggle of foals and a lone dweller were not about to answer the ancient questions of the dungeon. Not here. Not this day.

"No you couldn't," Kelpie spoke from Mouse's other side, prodding, poking. "You're way too short!" Like a curious rat he had taken to nibbling at Daybreak to see what the smaller foal would do. Usually, the answer was 'bite back.'

"I am not!" Daybreak squealed, already riled up. He had so much learning to do... "I bet I can jump higher than you can!"

"Both of you tripped over that tree trunk, remember?" Styx pointed out flatly, and not helping at all.

"There was water!" Kelpie protested. Mouse sighed to himself and turned away from the resting place of those most docile ancestors. Whatever reason they had to remain in their ill built cages, the dead weren't about to share.