Honour stepped forward, mindful of the sheer drop ahead of her and the uneven ground beneath her hooves, and looked down at them. They were all carrying copper buckets and didn’t seem the least bit mindful of her presence, fifty hooves above them and almost twice that far away horizontally. One by one, they filled the buckets from the river and then fluttered off slowly towards one of the far wall's jagged exits. Honour couldn’t make out any noises they might’ve been making over the roar of the waterfalls, but it seemed as if they were chattering amongst themselves.