South, to the Hills

Mia thought to herself, "Might as well continue in the direction I started" and walked towards the hilly south.

It didn't take her long to find a little path that wove a lazy path up hill and dale. There wasn't that much in the way of greenery other than the long grass that covered the hills. Occasionally, Mia would pass a bush or shrub and they would almost always be home to a number of brightly coloured butterflies.

"I've no idea where I am or where I'm going," Mia thought to herself, reflecting on her strange fall and situation, "But if I could find a little more to wear than just my underwear then this wouldn't be an unpleasant countryside walk at all".

Just as Mia rounded the top of the largest hill yet she noticed the first tree since leaving the clearing. A single tree grew from the crown of the hill. Butterflies surrounded it but most odd of all was a long iron chain that had been wrapped around it and which ended in a pair of horrible looking shackles.

"In case of satyrs, wear shackles," a small sign beside the tree announced.

It was then that Mia heard, in the distance, the faint sound of approaching flute music.