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Ingrid stared at the berry. She'd been here for five minutes now, lying on her stomach and hungrily eyeing it. The fruit in question was bright red, plump, juicy, shiny, mouth-wateringly perfect... and quite possibly poisonous. She groaned and flopped onto her side. Not knowing which berries were edible was almost as annoying as trying (and failing) to keep up in conversations here. These horses didn't even call seasons by their proper names. How was she supposed to fulfill her philosopher-y history duties when she barely knew what was going on in Helovia right now? What if there was a test—the sort of rank-wide history test that everyone knew about yet didn't bother mentioning, duh—and she failed it? Her gut knotted with worry. She got to her hooves, it wasn't like she'd been that hungry anyway. Stupid fruit.
She got to walking, and became quickly lost in her thoughts. After a while though, a strange buzzing in her ears pulled her back to reality. Confused, she looked around. It took her a moment to see them, as they were darting all about. The air was filled with little bees. On the ground there were flowers of every color and shape, though hardly any that she could name. She soon realized she was standing in the middle of a garden. A little ways off, there was a glass greenhouse. Maybe they'd have some information in there on the native plants. It seemed fitting, given her berry ordeal just now. She wove her way through the flowers to the entrance. Tentatively, she took a step inside. "Hello?" she called, "Is anyone here?" Silence. Suddenly, a dark object swung past her eye. She jumped back fearfully. Where she had stood, a garden spider was dangling on a spindle of web that ran up to the ceiling. Anyone besides you, I mean.
@Tilney
