Lyn stepped back and eyed the sign above the little store warily. It seemed to be staying put though. A candle store owner, not the most glamourous of occupations, but it should keep her going.
If you don't know where you are, or how you got there and you're not about to be eaten, stay put. We'll find you.
Her wings flicked a bit before settling back under her cloak. Well she was pretty much three for three on that. She'd no idea where she was, how she got here, and nothing was trying to make her lunch. Speaking of which... that announcement had mentioned food.
The bit about familiar faces, well that wasn't too far off from home. She flicked a pink-dyed lock of hair back and went in search of her own meal.