[Non-Event | Open]
[Young lady stumbled out of an open door, completely perplexed (and were those green fireflies fluttering about her? Oh no, they're gone...) Over what seems to be a color coded uniform was a soil stained apron, on her hands were garden gloves, and her hair held back by a bandanna.]
Eh.
[Blinking, she held herself against the doorframe, moving her legs tentatively, as if getting a feel for the ground. She let out a sigh, looking left and right. She mumbled under her breath, as she undid her bandanna --]
... 'should be a map here somewhere...
[-- and tucked it into her apron pocket. She ventured a few steps into the street, looking around her distractedly as she plucked her gloves off.]
This is a really bad timing.
(( ooc: Feldt got bored in my musebox, so here she is. WARNING -- AU-ness lurketh~ ))