She wandered endlessly through the strange lands. There was nowhere to go. Nothing she understand. Nothing she know. And nothing familiar to her by sight or sound. The alien landscape that filled her glassy orbs was overwhelmingly terrifying to such a naiive little dove. Her ivory pelt brushed against the foliage and the leaves from the trees that felt as if they were following her. This new land, it was green. Green and brown. The heavens were opening out into the pale early morning light but the light there was gave little heat. Anzanie was used to heat, and here it felt like there was none. The shade from the trees boxed out any hope of regaining the warmth she was comfortable with.

It had been two months since her narrow escape with death. The demon god of Irrespitine had bitten her hard with his jealousy and it was only at the daggers of the kind gods of her old land that she survived her long voyage to this new world. What is this place? Right now there were simply too many questions for the scared dame to answer. Her youth was outshadowed by the fact that she knew nothing about the dangers and misery that the world could and bloody well would throw at her. In her own land, life was fair. Yet here...

Her tapered, painted pillars continued forward at a cautious pace as her beautiful figure twitched at every sound that was being made. Her fright was far from subtle as her cranium shook left and right to the cracks of twigs and the sound of birds rushing from the trees. Her ivory and mahogany pelt was no camoflage in this environment. It was just all too green.

Anzanie finally stretched out from the dense woodland into an open clearing where the grass considerably grew softer and more abundant. But even now she could tell that she had arrived at a bad time of year as the crackling of the leaves tingled her creamy daggers and brushed against the long wavy locks that dragged from the base of her tail. The jewellery, embedded deep in her skin caused her no pain but its jingling noises now and again even startled her own precious little mind.

Gods, help me. Where am I?

In the silence of the new land, the splashed could only hear the beating of her heart that felt like it was going to burst out of her pale chest. The unknowing territory may or may not be merciful to the naive little being, and her youth gave her no experience of anything miserable.

Yet as she listened further and further, trying to escape the pulsing of her heart coursing through her bodice, she soon heard the flight of another. At that moment Anzanie's heart stopped and flurried out of her along with the only scrap of courage. This new world was entirely different to her, and she was terrified of finding out what differences that may be. But as she stood froze to the terraria with no will to move, she saw the dainty frame of another horned stepping closer into the clearing. Anzanie's fright seeped into cautiousness as the little princess approached. Her pelt was milky with pigments of pale hues, and a lion's tail flailing out. She was a pretty little thing, yet not so little in height. Yet regardless of this, she certainly bore the stature of a very young horned. Where is your mother? the painted thought with a slight unease.

Hello.

But as she spoke, Anzanie felt a tingle of relief. Her high pitched, youthful voice sang out of friendly velveteens and this gave the young dame some comfort. Perhaps this place was not so scary as she may have interpreted. Yet as she thought this, the exotic could not hide the anxiety that gripped her. She was now too tired to hide it, and her body language spoke out to the young stranger.

The stranger spoke again as her orbs seemed fixed on Anzanie. Her bodice quivered under the stare, the curiosity penetrating her pelt, making the scared dame feel even more ill at ease. But her polite conversation was helping Anzanie feel better about speaking with a total stranger.
"I am new to this world, my name is... is Azanie and I-" her soft voice shook with fright and sang the tune of an exhausted animal. Yet she looked at the stranger, native to this land and was comforted. She seemed kind, helpful even. And to this Anzanie was able to continue, "Where am I?

The milky dame turned to look at what would be familiar terraria to her, and Anzanie silently wished that she could be shown a place to settle into with the sense of security she desperately wished for.