"Whoa, look at that!" Mya said, jogging to the front of the caravan. "Black feathers! What could that mean?"<br/><br/>She moved up closer to the horses to examine them in detail, looking for something a normal person might miss. And she wracked her brain trying to think of what black feathers might mean.<br/><br/>(ooc: so do we roll for investigation here? And history? Or something?)