The painted mare tosses her head, freeing her sight from her thick unruly hair only to have it hook over a prong of her large ivory and beige antlers, leaving her more disheveled looking than she had before. Her large pink eyes glimmered with curiosity as she wandered the strange new lands, having made her way from the barren shores of the ruins to the lovely meadow surrounding her. Faebane knew not how she got here, nor where she hailed from before waking on the stone shore. Confused and alone she spent her wandering hours in the daylight wracking her brain for some scrap of a memory other than her name, only to find herself more frustrated. She figured whatever she must have been before, this was a chance at a new life in this foreign land.
The meadow was a summery place that made her feel at ease unlike the ominous ruins. Equines of various shapes, colors, and sizes dotted the rolling flowery landscape in small, seemingly cordial groups. She observed them with genuine curiosity as she settled herself within a patch of thick clover, and bent her heavily horned head to tear up some of the sweet pink blossoms, her hair once again falling over her eyes. Wanting to find out more about this place, she let out a soft whinny laced with curiosity. Hoping to find a friendly soul to tell her more about it.
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