Lyca sat up, taking in her surroundings as best she could with the spinning of her head - she’d found herself in a place much different from the Dark Forest. It seemed more like something the Lightbearers would build, rather than the Wilders. And, as her head cleared, it became apparent that, no, this wasn’t Esperia at all. She didn’t quite understand. Last she remembered, she was home, tending to her precious mount and companion, when…

…Had Lorsan done this!? Surely not! A little, harmless prank like the ones her little brother usually pulled could never compare to something like… this! The Leporine Wilder thought she was dreaming, until a large “splash” sounded, her body being completely soaked as a machine of some sort whirred by. She could only hope it was water, from what seemed to be a recent rain, and not… anything else.

Ears pinned back, soaking wet and frustrated, the Keeper of Glades began to roam around, her bunny-like feet making almost no sound against the concrete paths beside what seemed to be strange roads. That is… until she felt a… towel wrap around her shoulders? How odd.

Glancing back, Lyca caught sight of a person, a small, yet kind smile on their face, as they speak.

“I just hate it when that happens, don’t you?”

The stranger pauses at the sight of Lyca’s ears, cottontail, and feet, raising a brow and tilting their head to the side. Strange. Cute - but… strange, nonetheless.

“Not from around here, I take it?”

The bunny-Wilder shook her head, still rather confused - and a bit overwhelmed - by everything that was going on around her. The lights, the vehicles, the people shouting curses and making rather rude hand gestures toward each other…

“Definitely not.”

She agrees, looking… nervous. She was out of her comfort zone here, and the only thing familiar were the stars looming above.