There is something inherently magical about tears. They are one of the few tangible ways in which the body tries to express itself, exposing both weakness and strength. Few are the animals which have the ability to cry, even fewer are the individuals which choose to do so. They are rare and precious and uniquely made by each soul which spills them out.

It is those qualities, that grant them the ability to heal the fawn.

As the outpouring of emotion comes raining down from both Kahlua and Nasreen, the glittering jewels of sorrow collect on the ground and as if drawn by a magnetic force, roll towards the dying child. One by one they seep into the fawn's changing coat, each one humming softly and revealing a gentle glow. The babe stirs visibly, but his features also soften and his breathing grows more peaceful. Steadily, but surely, he will now have the strength to overcome his ailment and remain here in the misty palace of his kind.

Ulwe, your original guide, and his mate are overjoyed. The storms visible inside their bodies disperse suddenly, the previously known swirling body of mist returned as happiness overtakes them. They hug each other furiously, frozen tears of their own sliding down their cheeks. "Heeee is saaaaaaved!" the doe calls out happily, Ulwe responding with a keening note of celebration.

Their happiness exudes into the room, brushing and pushing against the grief which overtook the two horses - a necessary evil to inflict upon them, or rather draw from them. The two stags approach them, as graceful as ever, and each bows to the mares in turn. "Thhaaaaank yyyoooooouuuuuu," the doe whispers while Ulwe nods, then they both reach out with their antlers to offer the briefest of touches to the mares. The ice should tingle where it meets skin, cold, but not unkindly so.

The moment cannot last forever here, because though there is great beauty, both in scenery and heart for this family, there is also the looming darkness of the crime they have committed. What may seem innocent enough to the horses, is a travesty for their kind, once which the brother of the doe did not take lightly. In the time since they pushed past him, he had gone to collect the true guards of this palace.

With bodies full of thunder and lightning, the massive grey-cloud stags burst onto the scene just as the Ulwe and his mate were pulling away from Nasreen and Kahlua. They hooves struck the stone with a tumultuous clatter while their antlers rattled with outrage. One sung a terrible song, to which Ulwe responded, his voice rising higher and higher. The doe ducked behind him, fearful, but not frozen. She whispered to the horses, fast as she could manage, before curling around her child.

"Goo! Ruuuun! Foooollooooow iiice!" she stomped a hoof and a trail of ice wound from ti down into the depths of the room, towards an opening on their forest and beyond. If Kahlua and Nasreen wanted to escape the politics of this place, they needed to flee before being captured.

Behind, Ulwe and the stags clashed. Ice began to fly, singing an angry tune.