Adventures in Atlasso

The unicorn woke again to find herself being watched. Upon looking around the room, she saw Triton staring at her. Agitated by her sleepiness and unnerved by the intensity of his gaze, she rolled over to stare at the wall. After a few minutes of tracing the lines in the cream paint with her eyes and feeling his gaze on her back, she spoke up.

"If you would be so kind, would you mind telling me why you're watching me like a stalker?"

When the stallion replied, she immediately realized her mistake.

"I-I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to stare like that. I-it's just that I've never seen a pony that's practically been brought back from the dead, much less one from the surface," he stammered.

The mare rolled over to face the stallion, surprised at the fact that she could ever confuse this newcomer with Triton. First of all, instead of Triton's deep, rumbling voice, this stallion's voice was a noticeably higher pitch. He had off-white fur extremely similar to the other stallion's, although the newcomer's coat was tinged with pink, magnified by his bright pink eyes and slightly magenta mane. Like Triton, he was wearing armor, but, unlike Triton, he wasn't wearing any horseshoes, and his helmet was resting on a chair by the room's single large window.

The mare lowered her head and laid back her ears while her eyes drifted down to the floor. When she spoke again, her tone was much kinder, but also laced with guilt.

"Sorry, I thought you were somepony else. I don't normally snap at strangers."

The stallion's expression changed from one of shame to one of understanding and kindness.

"It's alright. I was staring at you kinda intensely. I don't blame you for snapping." He paused, thinking, before speaking again, "Who did you think I was?" he queried, his ears perking up.

The unicorn raised her eyes to look at the stallion before answering. "There was a stallion in here earlier that looked a lot like you. The mare that was with him said his name was Triton."

The pinkish stallion suddenly had a huge grin run across his face, and he started chuckling. Within a few seconds he was full-out laughing, nearly rolling on the floor. As it was, he was doubled over from his laughs, and failed to notice the fact that the other occupant of the room was growing more and more annoyed at his foalish behavior.

"Could you stop acting like a foal and explain why you're acting like a foal?" the mare asked, her ears laid back in agitation.

The pegasus managed to calm himself down to a more appropriate level before replying.

"I'ts nothing. Did SeaSwirl tell you who found you?"

Her brow furrowed in confusion at the change in topic, but answered anyway.

"Triton and his brother. Why?"

"Guess," replied the stallion.

The unicorn rolled her eyes and ignored her companion. Feeling restless, she got out of bed, meaning to explore her surroundings. She gasped as her legs gave out, sending her to the floor, before the guard pony caught her. She felt her face start burning, and turned away to hide her blush of embarrassment.

"Careful! You're still weak," the pegasus warned as he helped her stand straightly.

Shaking him off, the mare stood taller before taking several careful steps. Although her legs shook at first, she soon grew confident in her ability to walk, and examined what had been her home for the past 24 hours. The walls were fairly uniform, all four were the same cream color and bared the same decorative patterns of swirls. On the wall that was occupied by the head of her bed, there was also the door and the chair that currently housed the guard's helmet. The opposite wall had no furnishings aside from the foot of her bed, and the creamy expanse was broken only by a painting of a meadow. On the wall opposite the bed was a single large window that allowed the mare to see the town she was stranded in, and possibly allow her to find her way back to Canterlot.

As she got closer to the window, the unicorn's ears slowly pointed forward and an awed look crossed her face. Upon reaching her goal, she simply stood, dumbfounded, staring at the sight before her.