It happed as it always did. May was gathering wood from the pile and turning toward the small farm house where she lived when she tripped. The wooden logs hit the ground with dull thuds, but May was swallowed whole.
The next thing she knew she had popped into existence about ten feet in the air in a new and unfamiliar dimension. Luckily it was a heavily wooded area, and the tree branches slowed her fall, albeit painfully. When May finally did reach the ground, she sat for a moment to nurse her bruises and take stock of her surroundings.
This particular dimension was oddly bright and colorful, but lacked a certain sense of detail that May couldn't quite put her finger on. The forest was also perfectly silent aside from what sounded like the movements of large animals in the distance. May sighed and stood up slowly. She was worried about being so seemingly far from civilization, but she knew it could have been far worse. Past experiences had taught her that dropping out of the air was not the best way to blend in with the locals, and being burned as a witch was not high on her list of priorities.
"Avoiding jail time would also be a good idea." She thought. She chuckled to herself for a minute. For someone who was supposedly suited for this kind of life, she had made a lot of mistakes, and only after three years did she feel remotely experienced. But then what could have prepared her for the life of a Traveler?