The lady Sundancer steps out of the mist.
Ah, my friend. We do meet again.
She nods her head in the four directions. The mountains to the north. The valleys to the south. The deserts to the west. And the shores to the east.
Are you, my friend, a steed who reigns over one of these precious landscapes? Or are you a soft vixen, who resides in one of these terains?
The lady Sundancer smiles, for she already knows the answer. She fades back into the mist. Leaving you to choose your path yourself.
