The horse didn't move much from that spot the rest of the day. She stayed close to her cave, sometimes going in, but most of the time staying outside in the sun. When the sun passed the afternoon mark in the sky, though, she rose and shook herself. It was time. In a breath where the white horse had been standing, a young woman now stood. Her golden hair shone in the waning light and her tan skin gave testament to the time she spent outside. Her eyes were a vibrant blue, standing out against the darkness of her skin. Her clothing was not what many people would consider "appropriate" for a young woman to wear, bracelets adorned her wrists, anklets on her bare feet, and her dress was lower cut down her chest, the hem only reaching her knees. The young woman stretched her arms above her head and she smiled, time to get to work.

Moving around the outside of the cave, the woman gathered plants, sticks, a pot, and built a fire that she sat next to while she ground the plants, extracting their juices. She hummed while she worked, some sort of old song with an upbeat mood to it.