You wonder as you keep going, passing into another plateau-like area. A small, springy equine trots past you, as if she cannot see you. She's not far ahead, so you introduce yourself, widening your step.
She spins about as she stops, looking at you as if checking to make sure you don't have an axe. "Drift of the Changing Leaves," she says.
"What?" you ask.
She rolls her eyes at you. "My name is Drift of the Changing Leaves, as I am a Samanayr. Do tell me you've heard of us?" She rolls her eyes again at your confusion. "Well, I won't bore you now as you're about to hit the passage."
"The passage?" you ask.
Drift nods, although this time she seems less annoyed with you. "Yes, I believe right up ahead is the passage back to the regular wood, you see. Well, got to be off."
