Sunbeam Lair mountains beyond mountains

At first, the sylph twitched her nose at the darkness of the earth’s crevasse, like a curious field mouse. She was a woman of the dark, however, and felt comforted by the feigned night that the cave afforded — there were so few lightless and wettish places upon the Sunspire. Without having even looked inside, Olive was certain she might take respite in this place just as often as she might upon the mountain’s highest heights, which was often. In this way only, the druid took solace in nature’s extremities. 

She stepped inside the awning mouth and surveyed her surrounding, taking a moment to appreciate the small microcosm that persisted here. Mushrooms and colorful slime molds abounded, and stalactites dripped every so methodically. The druid’s curious nature drew her deeper until she could really only navigate using her auditory and olfactory senses. Now the lamb was edging upon fear, but she liked the way it danced upon her tongue and wanted more. Distantly, she thought she could perceive water flowing — and, were those footsteps? 

A look over the shoulder, a spiraling step backward, and a flick of the tail. “Oh, hello?” she called out, surprising herself with how her voiced echoed upon the hallowed walls. Her heart fluttered, pupils wide from the lack of light. Who could be here — and should she be scared?