So long it has been now since the place had a waterfall that did not sluggishly fall with ashes, that only the most ancient of horses can remember it. A century ago, the thundering sound of a thousand tons of water spilling over a rocky edge could be heard even to the furthest Score lands. Now, ash from the volcano has spilled into this land of sacred beauty and tainted it. The pool, once filled to the brim with splashing water and leaping fish, now has a layer of ash over it so thick that the bottom cannot be seen. Even with all its splendid beauty gone, mares still come here when the time is right to foal to grant their child entrance to the world.
