Rhapsody Thicket

Rhapsody Thicket is one of the few places left unharmed by the apocalyptic storm that swept through Dreaver. Nestled at the foot of a slope just beyond Moorwind Shores, the dense tangle of ivy-choked rhododendron intermingled with a few stout briar has changed little. Beneath the convulsion of intertwined branches the ground is soft with leafmould, and pleasant dapples chase each other in the shade. There is an overpowering aroma of honeysuckle, one that has been known to dull the senses and lull horses into a false sense of security.

Mares are not advised to come here alone, for this is where horses come to mate.