It was bright and sunny and everything was much too loud. Where was she going? Where was she now? Tears spilled over Sinaloa's cheeks as she trembled in the middle of the forest. Everywhere looked the same. The forest spun and she couldn't tell which way was up.
The small mage sniffled and took off running, stumbling and tripping over loose dirt and tree roots. She couldn't tell where she was. Sinaloa toppled over a ridge, sliding down into a small creek. She let herself rest here, getting soaked by the water now mixing with her tears. She wasn't hard to spot, with all the noise her sobbing was making.