A fae like Vi did not question things which others might find bizarre. When she first woke in the middle of a wooded area, she knew was that was definitely not the place she had fallen asleep. For once this had not been the result of any hedonistic party. She woke sober and simply knew throughout her whole being that this was a place she had never been before. Dusting herself off she slowly stood up as dawn started to paint the trees in warm tones. Looking at the ground she saw no sign of footprints or disturbance, only the spot where she had been sleeping. It was as if something had simply dropped her into this new location.
She picked up her shoes and wriggled her toes into the welcome moss and pine needles underfoot, preferring to walk barefoot through the mist-shrouded forest. She may not know where she was, or why she was there… but she was certain time would provide her with any reasons she would need.