 Evren erupted from the sea into yet another: a sea of green, dappled with the occasional gold and red of early autumn. She had never seen so much of it, nor so many kinds of trees and flowers. They huddled around her as she travelled inland, almost to the point of making her feel smothered, but her amazement at her alien environment overrode her discomfort with its proximity.
The ground was so hard and solid beneath her feet, and the smells were overwhelming. It was much cooler here too, and when a breeze pressed against her still-damp coat, a shivering Evren braved her way into the shelter of the close-knit trees. When her eyes had adjusted to the low lighting, she felt as though she had been immersed in another world. The forest was full of life; so many textures and colors swam before her eyes that she felt almost dizzy.
The young mare wandered for a while, her progress slow as she stopped and investigated every little thing. She saw no other horses, however, not until she had travelled through the breadth of the woods to nearly the other side. There, grazing near where the trees broke away into a clearing, was a small, fine-boned grey mare. Evren took a moment to eye her sloped nose with interest, then approached her with a spring in her step.
"Hello! I don't suppose you could tell me where I am?"
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