Outside; Late-ish.
Wyn played with the charms on her necklace as she wandered through the streets, trying to get her bearings. Her compass didn't quite work, for some reason, and it was quite disconcerting. [I'm sure he said this way,] she thought anxiously. [I think...]
Unfortunately, her preoccupation with actually finding her way around ruined her already-precarious balance. She wobbled uneasily in her heels, then pitched forward and landed on the cobblestones with a smack. "Oh, Jaysus fuck." she muttered, pushing herself up to a sitting position and dusting off her hands. Her palms were skinned and one knee was bleeding, but-
[Oh, I did not just break a heel. I didn't.] she thought, staring at her shoe disconsolately.
Unfortunately, her preoccupation with actually finding her way around ruined her already-precarious balance. She wobbled uneasily in her heels, then pitched forward and landed on the cobblestones with a smack. "Oh, Jaysus fuck." she muttered, pushing herself up to a sitting position and dusting off her hands. Her palms were skinned and one knee was bleeding, but-
[Oh, I did not just break a heel. I didn't.] she thought, staring at her shoe disconsolately.