Inara
Her ears pinned back against her crown, the painted mare giving a way glance into the open mouth of the maze before her. The cold wind made her reconsider her position, the daylight shrouded by the looming walls of this place and the foul breath of fog made her shudder. In truth, she would not have sought out this Shaman on her own -- the one that was rumored to have found the coveted relic that had sent all of Novus into a frantic search -- except that she had been following another, until she had lost them in this foggy mess. She had not the slightest inkling of her companion's whereabouts now, but it left her in quite the dilemma. Did she continue the search, just for a glimpse of something rumored to be powerful? Or did she allow her fears of the unknown to send her running with her tail tucked like a kicked dog.
The mare frowned at the thought, ashamed. Her life thus far had been ruled by fear and uncertainty -- and yet a rational part of her reasoned that it was the reason she had lived so long. Caution had been her saving grace, and her unwillingness to venture into the unknown had kept her from harm. But it had also kept her from living. Inara cast her green eyes along the left side of the entrance, her nares flaring as her heart thundered in her ears like a thousand of her kind running full speed before her. Hell. Utterly at a loss, the wind blew at her tresses as she stood indecisive.
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