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Tentative steps they were as Weir began to make her way towards Solterra but she would not go all the way. She has seen some craggy outcropping and in her search for trinkets (or treasures depending on how you look at it) and started to head to Veneror Peak. What she was interested in are the caves that are up there (or so the thought). She hoped to find something that perhaps had been laying there for some time, perhaps forever. Weir in her previous life repaired clothing, capes, jackets, sashes, and whatever else that happened to walk into the door of her house which also served as the shop her adopted family worked out of. She also would create custom designs for the wealthy and the traveler alike. She loved to look for things to decorate some of these elaborate pieces. This search was not much different.
Without sings, Weir could only walk up the look rock trails to where she hoped she would find a cave or a nice hillside to search for fossils or relics of what this world was like before. Eventually she did come across a small cave which looked just big enough for one horse to live comfortably in. She nickered inside to the shadows and spoke softly but just loud enough to be heard
Hello….I am Weir, just a stranger passing by… is there anyone here?
The air is stale and damp like the wind has never touched this place. The walls are covered in grey and green mucus like substance where minuscule streams of water cascaded down the sides and dripped onto the floor in puttering and pattering sounds. She could not make out the back of the cave and so she stood for a moment before gingerly stepping past the line of daylight into the shadow so that her eyes could adjust to the darkness.
Perhaps no one was here. She thought about it a moment longer as she took another step into the cave, her eyes beginning to adjust. There were markings on the walls. They looked like rocks had been scratched into the surface and different earth tones of paint had filled in the lines. Faces began to appear but they looked like not horse she had ever seen. She felt like she was stepping back in time and that if she turned around a ghost might just happen to be there. Shivers ran down her withers and down her legs but she kept looking around the cave. Her eyes drifted to piles of dirt, rocks, moss, and rubble. Slowly she leaned down and tried to remove some the dirt around some rocks and used her hoof to try and move larger ones away from the walls all while feeling quite unsure if she might be doing something wrong, or maybe something right. The troublesome treasure hunter in her could not help but fight with the more noble piece of her heart.
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