Lyra had no idea where she was. She rarely ever did. Ever since leaving that small town in the middle of nowhere...she had absolutely no clue where she was. Sure when she asked for directions she could know where she was. Yet that wasn't the same as if you yourself actually knew where you were. She walks. Talking to her two friends. They answered back yet stayed snuggled nice and warm inside the coats facing upwards pockets. Insulated with wool to keep the hands warm should you need to. She used it to keep her pets/tiny friends...cozy.<br/><br/>She had gotten so lost in thought she hadn't noticed where she was going...and tripped. Her tripped led to her falling. This falling led to her rolling down a rather large and slightly bumpy hill towards the abandoned and decaying playground. She lets out an oof. Her two pets had scrambled out and were chasing her down the hill. She finally hit the bottom with a loud. OOMPH! And groans. Sitting up as she then proceeds to look around.<br/><br/>Her mouse Tyme was laughing while her rat Fate was critizing her and giving her a score on performance. "Shut up you two." she mutters. Moving to sitting on her bottom. They scurried up her legs and back into those nice warm pockets of hers. "Pain in the butts." she says teasingly to them. Whatever they said she didn't catch. As she felt...the pulling. That searching need had lessened...yet what did it mean? "Hello? Is anyone here?" she calls out.