Change. Something she was unused too, and was unfound of. Today was a day that she would remember even when she became feeble and old, disgusting and weak, this day wasn't going to be forgotten. Her day had started off well, the queen was discussing matters of policy within her kingdom, when one of her subject interrupted her daily routine with the news. Her jaw had fallen open, her God, who she served loyally, had cast his people aside, to let this new Earth Boy cleanse their lands? She felt utterly helpless as raw anger arose inside her, she didn't want to leave. All that she had built up was going to be worthless, her name was going to mean nothing, her legacy wasn't going to exist. Zailah wasn't going to matter to anyone. How could you do this? She cried out with fury, pink eyes scouring the land as if she wouldn't ever see it again. Would she? 

Time passed quickly, despite her efforts to slow it down. Before she realized it, the black widow was taking her last look around her before she passed through the ovally thing. The sound of her steps echoed in her drums as her glitter dipped hooves pressed on the wooden bridge. She wanted to set fire to this entrance, to erase the memories that would be associated with this new world, and to stay contained and safe within in the walls of her real home. This place, beautiful it may be, wasn't ever going to be her home. Sure, her lands may be diseased, but disease was apart of the world and it didn't seem to bother her. Words assaulted her thoughts, as this new god greeted her and the others who had entered this place, Helovia, she gave him a small smile against her will but her Queenly training had taken over for her. The withdrawals hit her already, she wanted to cause chaos, but her manners bade her otherwise and the queen kept her head high as she walked off the bridge of that broke more then it fixed. 

Rose lanterns danced across the colors, creatures, and the canvases of this world. She couldn't be bothered to talk to any of the natives, all she wanted was to evade to the shadows; the closet thing she had to home. Trying to be inconspicuous, she managed to reach a treeline that could hide her vibrant hide beneath the dull colors of the canopy. As she looked around, she caught sight of a dead horse walking, quite literally. No flesh clung to his bones, no tassels spilled out from his crest. Her brow arched, her ears perking forward as she approached the man? woman? "Hiding from the eyes of the vile creatures?" She asked, drapes pooling around her as she stood near the creature. 

Speech

enters the portal and looks around briefly, then she evade to the shadows where she talks to Gashad