The wet grass prickled along her bare feet, and the fog swirled about her as she walked, quietly as she could. It had been close to one in the morning when she made her little "trip" and if this jump was anything like the plethora of jumps she'd made to the past before; the time should be around the same.
But this was nothing like any of her other sojourns into the Sengoku period, as she walked; she quietly ticked off differences from her fingers, cradling her lamp in the crook of her arms like a baby.
"No well," she started with the obvious; never had she traveled without the use of her trusty wooden dry well.
She swerved around a large murky pond, trying to keep her feet from getting too muddy by picking her way across a fallen log and some flat grimy stones. "The jump itself was too different. It didn't feel right. The colors were all wrong…" there was a sinking sensation in her chest when she acknowledged this out loud.