Iris Darwin had always been known as the girl that took everything, and I do mean everything, in stride. As it turns out, this trait would not change even as she suddenly found herself stranded upon a world she suspected of not being her own, surrounded on all sides by dark woods and mythical creatures whose only desire seemed to be tearing her flesh from her bones. Oh, and then there are the ponies. Cute, colorful, and always running with tail tucked those few times they had seen her. Meh, oh well, not like anything bad could come from that, right?