Since arriving in this strange place with Abishia, Rhiannon had found a strange sense of peace welling within this place. Through the Heart, they had found the strange dip in the hole, as though the Earth itself had given way... But instead of a simple hole in the ground that lead to nothing but dirt, that hole had opened up into the most marvelous of structures that Rhiannon's dual-colored eyes had ever seen.

"Don't have caves like this back home..." She mumbled to herself, eyes flicking left and right as she sauntered through the dimly lit areas. "We should, though; the Basin would be hella'lot more fun with them. I wonder how long it would take to make somethin' like this..."

The brindled youth had taken to exploring the twists and turns of the odd caves with little motivation, but her mind had been swirling with strange thoughts. She was a mighty unicorn from he Basin, loyal to Illynx and the Plague, daughter of Crowley the Weaver and Arah the Ice Queen... And yet she had come here, with an equine. A lowly equine... But Abishia was nothing like what her father had instilled within her.

"Equines are scum," Crowley had told her once during her younger days, telling her facts that, in his opinion, would keep her alive and pure, "The lowest of the low." As a youngling, Nonnie had expected to meet a hornless creature and see some strange, twisting abomination like the creatures that ran amuck in the above world... And yet Abi had been nothing of the sort. Abishia, while hornless, yearned for a horn of her own, and strangely enough, Rhiannon found herself pondering ways that she could get Abi a horn. Then, they could both go to the Basin, yes?

"Maybe the Gods could get her a horn, then no one would know she was just an equine." Nonnie paused, then scowled. "It makes more sense in my head..." She muttered to herself, gold and silver eyes glancing downwards at the change of terrain. Instead of meeting stone, her hooves seemed to squish down upon soft moss, and the glow of the new room she had entered felt warm upon her back. It was blue, and that caused Nonnie to smile. Blue was her favorite color, as it reminded her of the Aurora Borealis, which had shone on many nights, including the one of her birth.

It was as she entered the room that something echoed inside of her head, a strange and enigmatic poem of sorts, causing her to freeze mid-step and her horned crown snapping upwards. "Who's there?" She asked, swallowing thickly and stamping her right hoof... And yet she was alone. Well, not entirely. Two other creatures with horns on their brows were with her in this strange, glowing room, but it didn't sound like either of them.

Rhiannon gave a snort. This shit was getting weird.

[ooc: Nonnie will be seeking a Hellhound : Energy Drain, as listed here on her Wishlist. No previous refusals.]