Maxx, Jikan's Dhuilin, flapped their brown wings as their slowly descended onto the open field. Their hooves bounced on the ground before sliding into a trout and their wings disappearing, turning their appearance into a normal brown horse.
Jikan's left hand went her head, pressing on top of the leather huntsman cap before taking it out with a smile, her right hand coming up to her face to slide her long hair out of her face before escorting her friend to a nearby stream. Soft sips were heard as the animal happily went and drank to refresh themselves.
As Jikan took a step forward, she felt a solid structure under her foot at first she thought it was a rock. However, as she removed her foot and looked down, she saw that it was not a rock, at least not a normal one. A curved red stone was pressed into the ground partially, dirt covering pieces of that appeared to be ingrained with a symbol. Curious, Jikan picked the symbol up and dusted the small clumps of dirt off of it. The luscious stone was mysterious and piqued the witches interest. "Oh what have I found?".