The first thing she noticed were the centaurs staring at her, their blue eyes wide with awe over the girl who had just come through the green and blue swirl of colors, her flaming orange hair unkempt, flying out in every direction like rays from her sun-tanned face. The centaurs had a human body from waist up, connected where a horse's head should be. The centaurs surrounding her were younglings, mayhap around 15, but no more. The small party consisted of six boys and four girls. The boys were handsome, with short, black, curly hair, and blue eyes, their bottom horse half a black stallion's. The girls had long, black hair, down to where their horse half started, covering their breasts, their bottom horse half a mare's ebony coat. They all had full lips and creatively arched noses.
As she looked at her surroundings, she saw that she was standing in the center of a forest, the trees forming a circle around her. The trees were very different from the ones she knew at home; these had orange bark, smooth to her back, for she had leaned against one under the centaurs' wide eyes. The leaves were lavender and shaped in the form of the Star of David, as the ninth dimensioners called it. Places where the bark had been rutted off by white elk or black deer showed a metallic yellow.
She happened to look down at the ground and found the grass blue, a bright one at that. She dropped her hand on it, only to discover the grass bouncy. Upon closer inspection, she saw each blade was formed as a spring.
Looking up, she saw lavender leaves mixed with orange, but what splotches of sky she could see were an unusual mix of metallic purple and blue. When she looked at it straight on it was purple, and out of the corner of her eye, or with only a quick glimpse, it was blue. "Quite pretty," she thought to herself.
Something running to the left caught her attention. She turned her head just in time to see a small creature pass by through the trees and shrubs, barely higher than her knee, with a crooked nose and a crooked grin. "A gnome," she thought. "I'd better keep my guard." The gnome was wearing a long blue robe the ended just above his minuscule, red, pointed shoes, and he carried a staff with a revolving blue ball on it. "Must be gnome mage. They have these here," she thought to no one in particular, since here the animals couldn't hear her thoughts. She looked closer into the shadows and discovered a large, green, scaled head, like that of a snake, but much larger, with glowing violet eyes and a blue tongue. The creature hiding in the depths of the trees was a dragon, glaring most maliciously at her.
Struggling to stand, she tripped over an orange root and fell back, bouncing on the ground, to her knees, as the gaping centaurs backed away, making almost no sound, their powerful legs adapted to the springy ground. She carefully stood up and said to the frightened animals, "I won't hurt you. I just need to get home. Sorry..." She turned back to the porthole, only to discover it closed. "Well," she said, "it looks like I'm going to be here for a while, so I might as well introduce myself. My name is Alanna."
One of the girls, obviously a big talker, said "How do you balance on two legs? Every time you move, you're falling until the other leg catches you!"