It was always something.  There was always some new disaster on the horizon, and she had said just as much to Dalanesca.  It left Moliira wondering when her turn would be to cause something terrible to happen to the world.  But that was not her focus at the moment.  Right now, it was on the peculiar garden she had found herself in.  The boats had looked too boring to her, and Moliira had chosen to step onto the strange mushroom.  Being catapulted through the air had been rather… disconcerting, but she hadn't feared a bad landing.  She had landed with one fist in the ground to steady herself, with one foot pressed into the dirt to sprint if she needed, and her other leg bent to steady her stance further. 

But there were no threats, at least not immediately.  It was almost too quiet here, and the strange cocoon-like objects only added to her disquiet.  Carefully, she moved closer, finding herself curious to see just what these were.  But there was no motion, only sounds coming from somewhere further on.  The drow moved cautiously, ignoring the the strange hare and his sundial, moving carefully around the center of the garden.  There was too much noise there for her to be comfortable, and Moliira felt like the time would only be wasted trying to puzzle out the cacophony.  But then she found herself at a strange crossroad.  None of the signs made sense, let alone pointed directions that could be puzzled out.

And it was then a smile formed above the signs, slowly forming into a cat-like creature as it spoke.  "Ah, another guest!  Welcome to the Gradina de Suflet.  Are you in just as much of a hurry to leave as everyone else has been?  I see, a pity.  Answer me a riddle, and I will aid you along," the cat said, tail twitching all the time.  Moliira found herself irritated by the creature, but perhaps it was best to play by the rules of the realm.  "Your aid would be appreciated, cat.  Ask away," she said simply.  It kept grinning even as it spoke.  "Three lives have I. Gentle enough to soothe the skin, light enough to caress the sky, hard enough to crack rocks.  What am I?" it asked.  Moliira puzzled over the answer, managing to avoid irritation.  It was likely a simple answer, but they always were in hindsight. 

An answer came to mind, but before she could answer, Moliira could tell that she was being watched.  She turned, stormcloud eyes seeking whomever was nearby.