;; mezzarin. @justmezzingaround
Pomuri’s head was pounding - and on top of not entirely knowing where she was, only caused her headache to get worse the longer she lingered around trying to find a sense of her surroundings.
This no longer looked as if it were Alola - no, it looked far more chaotic than it would’ve been had she been back home. With a gulp, Pomuri walks, her eyes scanning what’s around her before she allows herself to give into the fact yes- she’s lost, has no idea what she’s doing here, and if she’s even home, and she needed help.
“Um.. Excuse me...?”
She calls out to a figure... a lot shorter than she had initially expected, but smiles nonetheless. Something about them felt rather familiar, though, she couldn’t place a finger on it. “I need some help...”