Her prayer is not immediately answered. She wasn’t really expecting it to be. Sarenrae, she very well knows, wants her to die and go to Nirvana. It’s really just her that doesn’t want that, so she’s going to have to figure this out all on her own. She digs through her mother’s bag, looking for anything that might save her life—here’s a scroll of a summoning spell. It’s the most basic summoning spell there is, and it’s not going to get her anything that will save her life against a dozen direwolves. Maybe it can get her a pony that can run faster than them, though.

Arazni is eleven and has, actually, no idea how to read a scroll. This considered, it’s impressive that she gets as far as the spell blowing up in her face. There’s an explosion of magical energy, she’s thrown backwards into the snow, and—

There appears a pony. It is not really the sort of pony Arazni was expecting to get, but that’s okay. The sort of pony she was expecting to get absolutely would not have saved her.

“—bluh?” says Twilight Sparkle, pulling her splayed legs back underneath her and shaking the snow out of her coat. Why is it so fucking cold. She has no idea what sort of creature is laying in the snow in front of her but it’s obviously in distress of some kind—oh, it’s because they’re completely surrounded by hungry direwolves. She teleports the direwolves forty miles away.

“Are you okay?” she says, approaching the creature lying in the snow. It’s kind of a dumb question, really.

Arazni is stunned in at least three different regards and it takes her a moment to speak. “I’m—better than I was a minute ago,” she says. “Are you…an angel-pony? I didn’t think the spell I cast could get you.” Apparently Sarenrae isn’t completely useless after all.

The sense her translation spell is giving her for ‘angel’ sounds like it might possibly be the this-person’s-species equivalent of an alicorn, so sure, she’s an angel-pony. “…close enough,” she says. “Um, what’s going on here? I don’t think this is where I was trying to go, unless you’ve seen an orange pony carrying a crown around here somewhere.” She lifts Arazni out of the snow with her magic and sets her back on her feet.

"Uh, you're on, uh, Golarion*," she says—she has been told that there are many planets and that Nirvana has people from all of them. "The moon fell from the sky and—blotted out the sun, and now it's—" She stops and glances up at the sky, which is dark grey even though it's actually the middle of the day. If you look very closely you can see the white disk of the sun through the clouds of choking ash.

(*) Arazni's native language has, actually, no word for her planet distinct from the words for 'world' or 'solid ground'. The Azlanti word 'Golarion', which identifies it among the bodies in its star system, and by analogy among the bodies in other star systems, is a loan from the tongue of the veiled masters, in which it means 'cage'. Many people, naturally, find this kind of disturbing. However, the Alghollthu word is just a calque from some Outer Planes language—it isn't known which, as many of them share this feature. It's just the obvious thing to remember about Golarion, if you don't live there.