How strange it all was. Once a girl leaping over obstacles upon her steed, but now she was what she had rode... a horse. It had not been long since the young woman awoke. Her shoulder stung with a new scar in the shape of an X. When Galilea rose, her legs wobbled as if she had never learned to walk properly. The galaxy painted mare was like a new born filly. But would this stop Lea from figuring out what world she had been transported to? Absolutely not.
Leaning against trees as she made her way unknowingly closer to a world full of books, Galilea thought about her past. It was fuzzy, but just clear enough for her to understand that whoever placed her here was merciful. She should be dead, but somehow her heart still beat. Galilea had little recollection of the family who raised her and the man who loved her. All that was on her mind was understanding why she was here, and if she was the only one.
Soon enough, bi-color eyes laid upon a collection of books. At least something remained somewhat the same. It was an odd feeling... a pull that beckoned for Galilea to venture closer. In fact, she did. Shorter legs carried the mare closer and closer until a voice rung out. Immediately stopping in her tracks, ears perked towards the stranger. Oh! Maybe it was someone who could assist her? Maybe a fellow philosopher who understood the laws on magic? Hopeful (for once in her life), Galilea spoke up, "Answers Sir," she replied. The woman had yet to lay eyes upon the other's face, but his voice was deeper than the average female, but do forgive her stranger if she is mistaken.
