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The boy appeared affronted at the suggestion he might be afraid of ghosts, and Nyx' expression slackened to one of a more serious nature. Blinking up to seek his cornflower gaze, the tawny Ostrega canted a raven-tipped lobe back in sudden, feigned uncertainty. "Oh," she pondered, then continued in a hushed tone, "I hear the spirits of babes drowned by their mother dwell in this very grotto."

A chill passed over them, surely the wind she had felt earlier, but it certainly added to the effect. "She claimed "the voices" told her to do it and killed herself soon after, driven mad by the grief. Sometimes, if you listen closely, you can hear her sobbing deep in the cavern," Nyx mimicked the soft, ghostly cries of the troubled mother in her spooky tale, then paused to listen as the sound echoed all around them. "They say you should never follow them," She whispered, slinking forward slowly in the darkness, closer to the grouchy yearling until she could exhale heavily onto the tufted white fur of his neck, "or the children will get you. But I say we should. Care for a little adventure?"