With the purple cube floating in front of Her, Octavia proceeds to lightly poke it. The cube stays in the air, and nothing really happens. Except Octavia feels small amounts of magical energy jump to her hoof, and spark an odd sensation in her spine, like a mild chill.

It seems the sun is also setting, she has not thought of a way to accurately tell the time, for all she knows the days here could be a lot longer than she is used to. While the thought crosses her mind, she is reminded of as few hours ago when she came into this existence, she found it strange that when she awoke, she did not panic, or even seem to question the circumstances. She can’t explain to her self why this was the case, she just knows that mind just simply ignored that part, and seemed to move on as if it was destiny.   

 Perhaps she should find another way to figure out the use, if there even is one, of this thing….