Rips and torrents blew through as a portal would open into a ruined area throwing a young woman out of the portal dressed in what looks like a ball gown torn to shreds. She is barely kept covered by the cloak worn. Her memories of the days lost only a vague dashing of her mind. The woman of blonde hair and amber eyes would lay there a bit before finally getting up. She would realize she was no longer where she was before. The distance between knowing and understanding an unrecalled dream that she never could remember. Her head actually hurt from hitting a rock. Blood dripped down the side, but soon dried up leaving the gash sealed as she sat there.
“I guess I was somewhere to be dressed like this. I need a change of clothing…and shelter.”
These were but mere thoughts in her head as she would take strips of the cloak cutting them with a knife and tying pieces together making a new outfit hopefully to hold her over till she found someplace to recover and take shelter. Her feet would walk the bare ground getting cut and slashed, but she didn’t care as she just kept walking hoping to find the charge set before her mind.