Her heart flutters excitedly as she enters the island. It is warm and smells of salt and blossoming trees. Eveleen is delighted at the lands. Unconcerned as to how she got here, (or as to how she came across the island), she smiles warmly. It's been ages since she has been in the bubbly lands of Beqanna.

It has been years it feels.

She welcomes her own return with that of a soft call into the azure sky, a melodic note that floats into the wind on alabaster wings.

She is home once more, the lands threatening to trap her forever, but she does not think of the future or what it holds. The gray mare is entirely consumed by the land before her. Palm trees shot out of the white sand she stood upon, her own body covered in the grain. Multicolored birds occasionally fled from their perches to zoom through the open air, only to settle once more in the trees.

Much like the parrots, she steps forward, away from the lapping shore line of the ocean. She sets forth towards the heart of the island, awaiting the appearance of another equine.

Eve is exploding with excitement! Oh, what lovely friends she would make, and the conversations they would have! She longed deeply for someone who would be willing to talk deep into the night with her. 

Oh, the night when the stars came out, stars that could never shine as brightly as the smile she wore now. 

The edge of her new life rose from deep within the ground, opening up to her like a peony in bloom. The occurrence of a fresh start was rare, but here it was. Just for her.

Eveleen.