for dothebravething

Enola didn't like to venture out of her domain frequently. London was her home, and despite the reconciliation she had had with her brothers, the restless busy streets still gave her a sense of safety and cover. Though university had reintroduced her to living a life without disguises, those four years of lies were difficult to let go. But this... was definitely not London. Cobblestones had faded away into smoother textures. The clopping of hooves had disappeared. Eventually she stopped walking and attempted to return the way she came, but London had gone, and left her quite alone.

"Excuse me," she called to the nearest person she could find. "Could you tell me where I am?"