"Oh,<em>ewwwww</em>~!!!"<br/><br/>She doesn't touch down so much as *splash* down, into fetid swamp water...Her gasp purring from her lips, as Tialyn floundered beneath the surface - An "Ick~" coaxed from her silky throat, her pert nose wrinkling! What was this? Where had she ended up...?<br/><br/>"Phhwahhhhhh-" Oooh, this is hardly pleasant! Part of her marvels at how detailed this feels...The rest of her is more revolted, as algae and dank water fills out the inside of her boots, absolutely soaking through the honey-blonde elf's outfit! She knows it's just a game, but it's *icky* all the same...Even as she drags herself to the edge of the pool, hauling herself to her feet!<br/><br/>"Ick, ick, *ick*~"<br/><br/>Her lips curled in a pout: Her pert nose wrinkling, at the smell! A swamp? Of all the places she could've ended up, this was a...?<br/><br/>But on the cusp of that thought, another raced through her - Her long, long lashes fluttering, as memory blossomed! Not 'her' memory, but a memory all the same...A wash of knowledge, so intense it drew a gasp from Tialyn's lips, leaving her momentarily dizzy, momentarily disorientated! *How* did she know that? Was that some kind of subliminal programming...And was that even legal?<br/><br/>"Innul," she murmured, almost to herself - A cold shudder racing through her. Her Elven instincts...Which she didn't even know she had!...whispered of danger, danger. Tialyn was far from safety - She wasn't even sure *where* she might be, within the swamp - and surrounded by potential enemies!<em>Trolls and ogres,</em>she thought -<em>That's good to know...</em><br/><br/>The question was - Where next? As swamp water drooled down her curves, her boots squishing slightly with each step, Tialyn bit her lip...Trying to think of a course of action! Points...She had to get points, and that meant *action*.<em>North,</em>Tialyn thought -<em>I'll head North.</em><br/><br/>North should be easy enough to find, right? She glanced up, at the sun overhead - The Desert was the next area, but at least she'd be somewhere dry! Her hand came to rest on the sword sheathed at her hip...Her lips quirking in a little smile.<br/><br/>Well, at least her audience wouldn't be bored...