a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be

Her cheeks were still stained from the tears she spilled in Božena's company. Her eyes were wide and bloodshot, from both her howling and just the general weariness of her lingering grief. But still, Wasp strode proudly among the throngs of new Trinkets, surveying the treasure trove Božena had dumped at her feet.

The dark mare's whiskered nostrils flared as she took in their familiar musks, all of them reeking of the tangy sweet smell of the Lagoon. She passed by each of them without so much of a second glance, until she spied a lanky bay stallion wit a familiar light-colored mane. He looked oddly like Rougaru - the silver bay stallion of Paradise. Wasp had never seen another horse with the unique coat coloring. So she wandered closer, her nostrils flaring in attempt to catch any scent of Atlantis on his hide.

The Vulcan mare's amber eyes narrowed upon the company the young stallion kept, a grullo and a paint, but only two of the three seemed to have come from the Lagoon. Wasp flicked her tail curiously over her haunches as she approached, one dark ear flicking forward to catch the end of their conversation about a mare who had been seemingly lost in the shuffle. She rolled her eyes with annoyance when the Rougaru-lookalike said he'd sent her to the Cove, to Solomon. Of course he did.

"You." She barked calmly, staring down her nose at the young stallion now. "What's your name? Are you from Paradise?"

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