She’d been assured that this was easy stuff. Even fun. Ogygia maintained a slight skepticism regarding things. Still, if she wanted to feel more connected to her duty as a knight, she’d decided this was a necessary step. And not one that her cousin could help her with. Sighing, the tall squire murmured the words that sprang almost unbidden into her mind and focused hard on home. Whatever or wherever that home might be.

The rush of power nearly took her breath away. But before she could change her mind or scream in fright, she found herself standing amidst a skeletal and ruined grove of trees. Blinking slowly, Ogygia took a moment to take in the fact that she was no longer on earth. Once she’d become more accustomed to the notion, she turned her attention to the immediate area. Dead trees. What looked like crumbling planters. So… past-her had maybe had a bit of a green thumb then? Steeling herself and taking her first steps on her wonder in who knew how many centuries, the girl looked everywhere. In spite of how it looked now, she was building a mental image of a place that had been restful and cozy. She was certain that the trees and planters had been an orchard of sorts.And there were patches of dirt that made her think that a thriving garden had once grown there.

Before she could wonder how past-her had kept any plants alive, she found a sluggish spring, clogged with centuries of dirt and debris. And that answered that question! Pausing in her exploration, Ogygia felt overwhelmed. It was one thing to know that she had a wonder and that it probably wasn’t in the greatest of conditions. It was something else entirely to be confronted by those facts and to see the ruin and destruction. Running a hand over her face, the knight closed her eyes and just breathed. She couldn’t help this place if she let herself panic.

Something that felt like a combination of instinct and lizard memory caused her to move towards the spring and sink to her knees beside it. Without thinking, she began to clear debris, paying no attention to the streaks and splashes of filth that began to cover her. And as she worked, she could see the tracks that had once been something like a creek bed. Well, it would take work, but she could restore that. She liked the idea of doing something to help fix this place up. Indeed, as ice cold water trickled more freely, Ogygia found that this place felt less oppressive than when she’d first landed. And as she studied her work, she felt rather pleased with herself. All it needed was some straightening up, really. Well, at least this spot. She wasn’t sure she could do anything for the dead plantlife or cracked stonework. But the spring and creek? Sure thing!

Only when her muscles began to ache did Ogygia pause and consider the time. She hadn’t brought a watch, so she had no idea how long she’d been here. But judging by how growly her stomach was, she’d stayed far beyond her normal mealtimes. Grunting slightly as she forced stiff muscles to comply and stand, the knight realized that she needed to rest and eat. And shower. Super hot shower. She could always come back later and work more. But next time she’d remember to bring a watch and some food and bottled water.