These meadows are full of unusally lush green grass, and are sheparded by the gaurdian brother Gabriel. This is where horses come to pay respects to their ancestors.
This parched and lifeless place is overseen by the brother Crypsion. This is where horses come to die if they truly repent their rueful lives, or to mourn the sinful lives of their predecessors. There is never any wind, rain, or other form of weather here, and it is deathly quiet.
