A small chuckle was offered in response to Yael, along with light tones that agreed with the golden mare; "Aye, he seems to have a knack for projecting his voice." An ear twisted towards Ingrid then, and Amaris was surprised to hear the girl's input. "Not a bad idea, though our Goddess didn't ask for one, it couldn't hurt, surely…"
The dragonmare let her voice trail off with the thought, before the parrot announced the price of these magical, god-summoning stones.
A race? An obstacle course? A choice - we must choose a path, she says to her bonded, golden eyes looking to each cavern opening with doubt trickling through her mind. Amaris wasn't sure she was inspired enough about magical rocks to go forth and risk her and her beloved Dramrth's neck down a cavern that may or may not be safe or deadly.
Why not? Dramyrth echoed back to her, and the mare was easily swayed to his opinion, riding on the rising tide of his emotions, the excitement, the anticipation. So she nodded her understanding, moved to where the parrot directed them, and upon the drop of his feather to the ground below, she charged off through her chosen cave, aiming to tread carefully, but swiftly: if she was going to do this, she was going to do it properly.
Amaris chooses path B