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A panther in the night, a fire burning bright. Ray watches the water, her senses overwhelmed by the roar and crash of the falls. But Ray's ears perk just as Amalia calls out, a very faint noise having made it's way past the roar. Hackles raising she turns swiftly on her heels. I did! W...what... what is that?! She watches with equal parts fascination and wariness as the water takes form. Hello? Ray mentally calls out to the water equine. She had no idea if they were capable of hearing her but it seemed like a good idea to be friendly. She was still too unfamiliar with the creatures of the Wilds and wasn't looking to make unnecessary enemies. Can we help you with something? Are we trespassing? She adds, glancing at both Amalia and the horse, unsure what the best approach is. r a y The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus