Deepwood Weald tyger tyger, burning bright

While she waited, Sugar's attention kept returning to the edge of the nearby quarry. Eventually, she rose onto all fours again and ventured over to take a closer look. Her white toes dug into the shale at the lip, a little bit of scree tumbling down into the chasm. Just looking down there made her a little dizzy, though Sugar fought the impulse to back away. Drawing in a breath, she arched her head over the ledge and spotted some pools far below. Even from a distance, the waters looked breathtakingly clear. But Sugar withdrew after a beat, deciding she wasn't much of one for heights.

And wasn't that ironic? But before Sugar could contemplate how unnecessarily difficult she might be making her life these days, Opalia appeared from the direction of Moonspear. Sugar turned and trotted to meet her in the middle, greeting her friend with a nod and quiet, "Hello." She wanted to say more, perhaps ask about the strange voice which had interrupted their exchange, but instead she said only, "Come, it's this way. It might take all night to get there." She paused after issuing the warning, just in case this would cause any (further?) trouble.