Hide behind the table.

You decide that finding ANY kind of cover might be a good idea. So you slide down the far side of the hewn table. The foot steps grow louder as you realize that it is hoofs on stone.

You see her.

She stands a little above 5'0" tall, her long golden brown hair in dozens of braids, but most pressingly she is a deer woman. Her features delicate and fine. Her legs long, toned and bare. She wears some kind of plain slip dress with high slits up the sides. Her muscle build is one of a sprinter and she hums a strange but cheerful tune she she walks toward your cover.

You crouch down from view before she walks up to the far side of the Stone barrier.

She breaks from her song and begins talking in a manner of fact kind of voice, her tone sweetly sarcastic.

"Oh no, it's fine, Ella LOVES to hike up the mountain! She is such a GOOD daughter who does what she's told." You hear something wet smack onto the stone.

"Ritual of spring, blah blah, need a fish, blah blah, cry out in fervent voice, blah blah." You hear pages of a book turning.

"It's not like I had anything better planned for the day, nothing like a 90 minute hike in bug covered trails to slap a fish on some rock! It's the best." A sharp smack tells you that the fish in question is becoming increasingly blessed with percussive holiness.

"Although, the air up here is amazing." Her tone brightening, and you hear a few inquisitive sniffs.

"Wow, what kind of flower is that? It smells like sex." You hear her hooves shift and begin to walk around the table.