Lost, lost indeed.
Somewhere along the way back from the Endless Blue, Zyanya confused North from South.  She began suspecting, correctly, that she was headed in the wrong direction when the heat from the sun grew more and more intense instead of giving way to the ever present breath of winter in the North.  Once more, the pale maiden found herself in a precarious situation where her lack of knowledge played a fierceful game against her.  She could turn around, seemingly to end up traveling back north, yet she had no way of telling if she was just going farther east.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she continues moving - in search of anyone who might be able to help her find her way back home.

The grasses of the Thistle Meadow, as Thranduil had called it, begin to thin.  The trees dissipate.  Soon, sand becomes the only thing slopping about her cerulean hooves for a time.  Absently, Zyanya wonders if Seanan would appreciate the warmth of the sun reflected on the sand more than the crisp air in the Fields.  Her thoughts amble on, wondering what happened to the opalescent stallion, to Thranduil and Haldir, to Lena, to Rexanna, and even to the twins after they parted ways.  Meandering forward without purpose, it is with shock and surprise that a dainty hoof meets with water.

Looking around, the sight itself is dizzying.  Much like the at Endless Blue, the horizon before her disappeared.  Clouds, sky, the dazzling of the sunlight, appeared as two mirror images stretching out endlessly.  Beautiful, disorienting, dazzling, nauseating - Zyanya tightly shuts her eyes for her mind to get a grasp on reality.  Whenever her lavender eyes open, the world shifts, as if she is suddenly standing upon the sky, touching the clouds she learned were made of water not long ago.  Shaking her head, the girl attempt to find some sort of clarity.

That is when she sees it - a dog, grey in color, bounding across the water which only existed on the earth instead of the sky.  Like a moth to a flame, Zya races forward toward the beacon of reality.  The long tendrils of her mane and tail fly behind her her, beacons of white and blue dancing in the wind and revealing speed the grace of her body does not, trying to catch up to the loping creature who was... chasing a shadow?  Fear clinches slightly in the pit of her stomach, but following the advice of Thranduil, she dives forward without hesitation.

"Hello!" she calls after the dog, hoping them a friend rather than a foe.  The creature was likely a companion, like so many in this realm had, and if anything like Haldir, would understand her words even if she could not speak.

Please slow down, she prays, even as she keeps running, causing tiny cascades on the water below her hooves.
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