The waves rolled ashore, frothing and pounding the pale sand. It is early morning, with only the faint glow of a soft cerulean lining the horizon in a gradient, as night gave way to the coming day. Darkness still draped over the beach and the jungle, but it was already alive with the song of birds and insects alike. The soft tones of purple and blue began to shift into something warmer, as fingers of tangerine and yellow began to reach into the open until the sky is filled with a magnificent tone of orange and gold; even the clouds seemed to be kissed by the sun. A salty breeze rushed by urgently, catching the delicate threads of crimson forelock urging it aside like tattered ribbons. Her eyes, so large and bright, took on the glory of such a sunrise. She’d seen sunrises much more vibrant and grand, but this one… This one carried with it something that made her very soul sing. Although the roan mare would never go as far as to assume she was the only soul upon this island, the sunrise felt as though it had presented itself just for her, with how even the demons that lined her psyche hadn’t begun to whisper their temptations to her.

She’d lift her head a bit, tilting her nose further into the incoming breeze and her ears were tilted back in a more relaxed position. Although she could see the mother island not terribly far off, the air smelled and felt pristine, unmarred by the earthy stink of horse folk. All she could make out was salt, water, and the noticeable undertone of seaweed. All seemed well, like nothing in the world could go wrong. This island seemed quiet -- she’d arrived just a short hour or two ago, under the cover of twilight, and she’d spent her time along the shore relaxing after such a tenuous swim. By now she was dry, and rogue grains of sand still cling to her roan coat from when she’d rolled, shortly after pulling herself from the sea. This had been a tactic to mask her scent from potential dangers, and to collect the excess salt water from her body, effectively jumpstarting the process of drying.

Daylight began to brighten the scenery, allowing the red mare to take in the finer details of this territory. It could only best be described as a paradise! She’d heard tales of such places before. Although she’d never personally been eager to seek out such a setting, she could admit when she was wrong. And she found her former stance of apathy incorrect, for her experience, thus far, has made a lasting impression upon her. At that moment, Firestorm knew that no matter what transpired here, she would always have this morning’s wake-up as a memory for a very long time… If not for life.

For now, however, it is time to explore, especially as she feels the pinches and twists of hunger pains within her gut. With the flick of her red tail, she pressed inward… Curious of what treasures and experiences await her just beyond the thicket of large leaves, vines, and the winding arms of trees that somehow felt… alien, from anything she'd known, before.