The little magic box took some getting used to. Unfortunately for Alanna, patience was not a skill she came by naturally. But thanks to her training as a knight, she at least refrained from throwing the damned thing into the ground and stomping on it. The box, or tab-leet as the person inside of it called it, was her key in understanding this new world. Any questions she had, and she had many, the tab-leet was able to answer.
First and foremost, she needed to explore. The tab-leet had informed her of a meeting she was set to have with an assistant of sorts. It would be wise to know exactly where that was so that she would not be late when the chosen time came.
Using the tab-leet to navigate her way around Atlantis, Alanna slowly came to know the city in which she had been brought to. Taken without her permission was a better way of putting it but until she could get to someone of higher authority, it was best to not speak her thoughts on that.
Her exploring led her everywhere but it was her stomach and her nose that got her to the market where all the food was. Without any coin or currency or anything really of value to trade, she had to let her stomach growl in disappointment as she continued looking around.
Distracted by the tab-leet and the new buildings and the smell of food, she almost didn’t notice when the bottom of her dress got caught by a rose bush. It seemed odd for such a plant to be growing on its own but Alanna thought nothing of it and knelt down to free her dress. One of the thorns knicked the palm of her hand and she was hit with a sudden and strong desire to pick the very flower that had pricked her. As if in a daze, she walked away and nearly bumped into someone.
“I have this for you,” and she held out the rose to the stranger, stuck in a fog until the flower had left her hand.