Camillia
Learning of the Gods and Goddesses of this new land Camillia had been thrown into, Caligo had seemed the most appealing. Her outcast nature was all too familiar to the winged mare. Her appearance and her personality had always driven others away. That was without mentioning her demented mother.
Wishing to be accepted quickly into the herd, the safest way of doing things, she opted for the position of medic. It wasn't her first choice or her second. But missing the magic of her previous world or a position to make use of her talent in poison, she had little other choice. Her next goal was to find allies in the herd. She knew how other horses would be drawn to her newness, that was at least before they experienced her abrasive nature. But a bit of her hoped this time would be different.
Wandering about her new home, Camillia admired the stronghold. She couldn't help but be curious about its past and the work that must have done to build such a fortress. It was a place of great mystery, especially to her considering she was quite lost. She had been looking for a part of the castle meant for a medic but had gotten distracted by the architecture. Really she should have waited until after she got more acquainted with the place, but she could be a creature of fancy at times. Her legs growing tired, she paused in what appeared to be a great hall and waited for someone to find her.
