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For someone waking up in an indescribably weird place, Mila was taking all this surprisingly well. To be fair, the Folfex elves weren’t native to the world Mila was born in in the first place, but rather arrived there through some magic mumbo-jumbo incident. Not that it had much to do with Mila; she was born from an elf and human, after all, and very much in the world that Folfex didn’t actually come from. What did she care about her elven home? Not a whole lot, actually, but it made appearing unannounced in different places in, what Mila assumed, different worlds, was not something that she deemed out of the ordinary.
Oh man, if only grandma knew, she’d so be on this shit. But she wasn’t here, and Mila was, and frankly? Time to make the best of this fucking situation.
She only half read the letter she’d received from the sheep before she was out the door and on the streets, checking out every little thing she deemed interesting; which was a lot, ranging from the sheep to the people to the rocks and the trees. She found several things were much like she was used to at home, so she had no doubts about being able to get used to this place.
What most caught Mila’s attention though was everyone’s peculiar fashion. Here she was, walking around in full armour and travelling boots, and everyone else had such different types of clothing! It was very intriguing.
Most intriguing, however, was this one specific guy’s clothing, because it was so suuuuuper dreary! It’s all black! You’ve got all these people in neat purples and blues and reds and greens and happy yellows, and this fellow walking around in only black, with a coat way too long and a super long string hanging from whatever his type of shirt was. And so many things, just hanging from there- it was just too unpractical!
She raised her foot as he walked by, and stepped down on his coat.
“Hey, gloomy McSmugface! The hell this thing you wearin’?” A dress shirt? A tie? A long-ass coat? Never heard of those before!
