She looked around the white island and was unsure of things. It was almost like she could blend into the background of this white and dark rock. Maybe in the distance she spotted some light green, but it was different from what she had always known before. Her blue eyes shot about.

It was cold.

She knew that right away. The wind cut at her wet skin making her shiver. It was far worse than the chill that had followed her on the swim from the mainland and had been haunting her since she left the steppe of her homeland. The mustang shifted quietly on her hooves. Dogun had invited her out here, what did that mean for her? Could she just explore? Or should she wait for the pony to come out?

She shivered again, but stayed where she was. There was little else to do or say. She wouldn’t risk things at the moment. She suspected her curse would strike at any time now. Or that the inhabitants of this new land would act much like those at home once they knew. She gulped a little, and her eyes again sought the horizon. There was still time to run, right? This might have been a bad idea.