
She was lost. She was lost and that was going to be annoying, really, because she should've been paying attention to where she was going... except that she'd been lost in thought and had missed noting down certain landmarks until it was just too late. The swampland Opal knew was well behind her, and a large pond of brackish, bright green water lay ahead.
There was no getting around it, really. She had ended up terrifically lost.