Legs lifted and fell as she made her way to the furthest edge of the lands. The ocean intrigued her, she couldn't deny it. Echos of the sloshing waters hit her ears before she'd even seen them. However, even before the sounds was the smell, or perhaps at the same time, who knew? She could smell the salt and hear the waves and slowly she felt the snow sink more and more until it was sand. Wet and dried and wet again. She crossed it to the waters and lowered her head, brushing her lips against the slow and creeping waters. They came up around her hooves and she then drifted back to sea. She lifted her head and looked along the water before pivoting back onto the sand and walking slowly along the water. Her body was relaxed but not lazily so. She didn't have a care in the world, after all. This was a new place, a new start for her. Granted it was cold here, where as before she'd been mainly in the forest and didn't have to worry about snow much thanks to the coverage. Now was different though.

Her mind did wander now and then as she thought about her mother. Where was she? Where had Amaya gone to? Over and over her mother had told her to refer to her as Amaya and not Mother as she often called her. But what was she to do? She was her mother, she couldn't help but refer to her as such. Bright eyes turned to the water in thought and she closed them slowly. She twists her head quickly then, and spears her dark horn through the air, and through the memories. She didn't want to think about things, to remember her mothers words. Amaya's words. She lipped the air, tasting the salt as though to distract herself from the thoughts. She looked around again, wondering if someone was near but she couldn't tell. She couldn't smell more than the salt in the air and the sounds were drowned out by the crashing waves. She relied on her sight but there was nothing there to see. At least it didn't seem like it.

She was nervous about being a new place now. She had no idea what to expect honestly but she wasn't scared. Life was full of ups and downs and twists and turns. The Earth was a prime example of that. The land was not smooth, it was bumpy and rough and had many different paths to it. Anemone admired the Earth, and many other parts of life. She felt the muscles around her eyes soften as a sort of inner smile crept over her. She was happy to be in this new place, with new experiences on the way. She had a lot to look forward to, really, in her opinion anyway. What other opinion mattered to her anyway? If she was looking forward to her new life then good, right? She thought so. She kept her slow pace as she walked along the beach, exploring it to see what this land had to offer.

Ears turned back when she heard the sound of another. Head swiveled around to look on whoever it was and then lifted curiously. Another with painted markings? She curiously stopped and turned to face him. What was more interesting was the creature on his back. What was that? She'd never seen such a thing. An excited and surprised nicker came from her before she could stop it. She looked to the beach, because that's what he spoke of, and then to him. He had no horn, he had no wings, but he had some creature on his back. She'd have to ask about that, she decided. She was just so curious.

"Yes, it is quite lovely. I'm Anemone," came the gentle music-like tone of hers as she introduced herself. Perhaps he'd introduce himself and the little friend of his. "This place is more interesting than I gave her credit for..." She said it before she realized she had. In truth when Amaya had told her about the lands, she didn't believe that there was such a place. That there really were herds of unicorns and pegasus and equines all in one place but that was her mother for her. Telling her things to make her see reason. To make her see equality. She had never shown signs of believing anything else. It was still a shock to her, though, that this was all real now though. Now that she was seeing an equine for herself.

She tilted her head a bit and looked over the painted sir again. She was quite pleased to see another similar to herself. It made her feel less of a freak. "Sorry, for sort of staring. I'm just intrigued... Rather, fascinated." Go figure a unicorn would believe that other things were the fables. That was out the window now though, she realized, as she looked over Torasin and his excited companion. She carried herself with her head high but she brought it down just a tad. She felt awkward most days because of her height. Her mother had been quite short in comparison. Anemone was sure her height came from her dad but she didn't know anything about him. She dismissed the thoughts and looked away so as not to stare, though she was growing more and more curious of this place and the things it had to offer.