For some time, the animals walked quietly along the main path winding between the bent and twisted trees. The level of light diminished startlingly fast; despite the late afternoon sun above, the forest was shrouded in semidarkness.
"Oh my," said Opal, scrunching her nose in distaste. "This place is every bit as cheery as the rumors imply, isn't it?"
"Were you expecting differently?" Angel asked. "Be glad it's just dark and musty right now. Later on, we'll probably have a whole lot more to worry about."
"Oh yes. I am so looking forward to meeting all the bloodthirsty beasts," Opal said sarcastically. "The thought of the seven of us getting the flesh stripped from our bones because of an attempt to help one unfortunate pony just fills me with so much excited anticipation."
"No one's forcin' you to do this, you know," Winona said crossly. "If you're just gonna be gloomy and cynical all day, then I reckon we'd al