[open] waking up to ash and dust - anyone

[Anomaly]

a n o m a l y. Pangea was not far from the meadow, but until now the girl had not dared to cross the border. She wasn’t sure what it was that emboldened her so this morning, but she found herself enthralled with the prospect of something new and different. The girl had no way of knowing that her childhood had been atypical, even by Beqanna’s standards. She did not know that not all children were hidden away - raised in isolation with bodyguards standing by.  She did not know that it was strange that no one had ever touched her - she had never felt another equine’s skin against her own. To Anomaly, this simply was the way things always had been. How could she possibly know any different. She wasn’t sure what to expect of the meadow - for it was already so different than the only place she knew. Pangea was a land of carved stone and only the hardiest of plants. The sandstone canyons were beautiful - though many found them to be bleak and barren. Not Anomaly. There was always something to be discovered - tucked away in the cuts and curves within the canyons. But here? Here the world was green and filled with life and colors she could hardly believe were real.  A sound that could only be described as glee escaped her as she bounded through the long grass.  She wasn’t sure how long she ran, but the fatigue had settled in her bones.  So the girl found a particularly lush cospe of flowers and settled herself among the blooms. Her eyes fluttered closed and she dozed amongst the flowers and sunshine. However when she awoke, she nearly recoiled with shock with what she saw. All of the flowers surrounding the girl had withered, their stalks bleached and tinged red. i'm breathing in the chemicals.