The chirping of birds as the sun peered through the jungle's canopy caused a stirring on the mossy floor. In stark contrast to the earthly hues was a pile of blonde hair, curled above and behind the head of a woman returning to consciousness. Orbs the color of rich soil slowly opened, seeming almost amiss against the porcelain hues of her skin. Lids fluttering slightly, it took a moment for the woman's vision to focus, so that she could understand what it was she saw above her.
An ocelot, emerald pigments full of curiosity, sat above her face, peering down at her cautiously. As it realized she was awake, it sprung backwards, taking refuge among the jungle trees.
"Wait!" a contralto tone squeaked, as her vocal cords were forced into action again, grudgingly. Scrambling to her feet, the woman stumbled, tripping over an exposed root and landing back-first against a sturdy jungle tree. Not even a leaf rustled as a result of her abrupt collision.
"Owww," the woman whimpered, taking a moment to rub the forming lump upon the back of her head, before brushing the dirt free of her kelly-green tunic and black, leather leggings. Glancing about, she instinctively hugged herself, unsure of what else might be watching.
As she glanced about, she noticed a vine. The lost woman immediately went to it, beginning to climb. She knew not how the knowledge of the sturdiness of vines and branches came to her, but it did, and within moments, she was surveying the jungle from the topmost reaches of the tree she'd collided with earlier - treading only upon the sturdiest of branches. From what she could see, the general area looked as though the forces of nature had come together to form an interesting landscape. There was a tower in the distance, amid some snow-capped trees. To the south of that was a desert, and between her jungle and these features was a sparkling ocean. The woman could not help but stand in awe of the scenery.
After a time, instinct told her to move toward the tower. Not questioning the feelings that had gotten her this far, she began to move in that direction; treetop to treetop, vine to vine. As she approached the ocean's waters, she did not stop; she ran at the height of her speed and leapt into the sapphire waves. The cold both shocked and refreshed her, and it swept what was left of the jungle's terrain from her. Coming up for air, she pushed the goldenrod locks from her face. She allowed herself to bob in the water for a moment as she regained her bearings. Spotting the sandy beach, the lost woman began to swim toward it.
Reaching the beach after what seemed like a decade of swimming, she clambered up onto the shore, resting in the sunlight until she no longer felt waterlogged. She was glad for the sun's warmth and intensity after the frigid swim. As the sun whisked away the ocean's moisture, she looked northward, in the direction of the snowy forest and the tower. The woman did not know why she was drawn here, or where "here" even was. Perhaps even more disturbing, her lack of memory regarding her whereabouts did not bother her. She had a feeling that she was exactly where she needed to be, doing exactly what it was she needed to do.
The sound of a hammer striking iron shook her from her thoughts. Pushing herself to her feet once more, she began to follow the sound, up past the tower, and down around again. Her vision was brought to a partially-frozen lake, with a red-headed blacksmith working outside of an under-hill home. Without pause, the woman's feet carried her toward the smith, convinced that this person was familiar to her. It was only after she got within twenty yards that she remembered.
Apparently, the lost woman's sudden approach went unnoticed until her boot scuffed upon the stone brick beside the lake. Violet eyes wide, the red-headed smith jerked up, swinging the hammer around defensively.
"GAH!" the smith exclaimed, jumping back from the ironworking. Upon seeing that the green-clad figure was not a threat, the smith sighed, lowering the hammer. "For the love of Cavilon, PLEASE do not do that, Beta! Dressed in green like that, I thought you were a Creeper."
"Shunte?" the woman gasped. "W-What happened? Where are we? ...What's a Beta?" With every passing moment, the woman's visage became more confused. "What's a Cavilon?"
The hammer fell to the ground with an unceremonious ring, and violet eyes went wide once more. "You're joking. You have to be."
The woman smiled sheepishly, rubbing the lump on the back of her head. "Afraid not. Other than you my friend, so far, I don't remember a thing..."