"Melir." Startled, you glance around for the owner of the soft voice. But there is nothing but mist around you. "Welcome to this, my home." And part of the grey seperates from the mist and forms into a familiar shape. Frondari. She looks at you with disconcerting dark eyes as she shifts about wings as blue as the sky above. "I am Forest Mourning Early Winter, the sixth mare of the Herd of the Distant Mountain." She gives you a mysterious looking smile and looks off to the side. "There my genetics are posted. See that glowing rock?" You blink at it, odd, you hadn't noticed it before.