"Okay, Winsley ... Just stay calm and think. Due to your surroundings and from the descriptions in the book that Cole's grandfather has left you, you are somewhere in the odd, other world that he spoke of. You have a bit of an idea where, but are not positive. You know no one in the direct vicinity, you haven't a clue as to where your friends are, and you're alone, with no way to buy food, water, or a place to stay. From the position of the sun in the sky, you can reason that it was late morning, early afternoon, and you have only just awoken from what was undoubtedly an uncomfortable, unconscious sleep. Now, what can you do about that?"
Throughout the entirety of her little speech to herself, she paced slowly back and forth, until one could see a permanent indent of her footsteps in the grass. She clenched and relaxed her jaw, rubbing at her temples with her index and middle fingers, and kept her face towards the ground.
She finally stopped and sighed, shaking her head just a bit.
"The best I can do for now is find somewhere to think," she suddenly said, tilting her head back to look up at the sky, her pink hair cascading down her back.
Spinning on her heel, she made her way in the direction of some place known as Kalistos, as mentioned in Cole's book and and on a sign.
It took her approximately ten minuets to reach the town - city? - and by the time she did, her feet were no doubt blistered, as hinted at by the soreness in them. She paused to lean against a building and adjust her boots, before she continued on.
Winsley was bumped and shoved throughout what was undoubtedly a marketplace, and she mumbled apologies each time, receiving odd stares when she did. She took in the fact that she had an odd coloring in comparison with the people milling throughout the marketplace, and listened to their voices. She attempted to ask different people questions, but whether it was her accent, her unfamiliar face, or her appearance, they would only shy away and brush her off.
Finally, she stopped at the edge of the marketplace, now somewhere in the middle of the city, surrounded by what was undoubtedly houses. With a baffled look on her face, obviously lost in several different ways, she slowly began to make her way down different streets, until she was completely and utterly lost.
Having decided that getting herself lost probably hadn't been the best idea, she let out a huff and gave up, dropping onto a nearby bench. She leaned forward, placed her elbows on her knees, and dropped her face into her hands, ignoring the whispers of the people that passed by her; whispers of her appearance, whispers of her clothes ... Whispers that included everything about her.
Her lower lip began to tremble a little and she sniffed, peaking up at the people that walked by, who only then began to whisper of her three, dotted tattoos on her forehead. With dropped her head back into her hands with a soft groan.
"What am I supposed to do ...?" she mumbled, a soft sniffing sound coming from her.