"I," she says, "Demand discipline."

Snrk.

"That's adorable. You trying to be all stern."

Does Blossom happen to be in kicking range? 

It's a pretty small boat, so that depends on how much risk of tipping over Moriya is willing to countenance.

The glass sea looks pretty solid, so, yeah. 

Blossom wasn't expecting her to actually follow through, and Moriya connects solidly. "Wagh! Hey!"

She gets knocked over, and combined with Moriya's movements, that's enough to disrupt the fragile balance of their little boat and it tips over, spilling them out-

- And through the glass which shatters like the sound of bells, into a dark void swirling with stars and impossible colors - 

And into a dusty marketplace, tumbling into an alleyway between two buildings with sides of slightly rusted corrugated metal. 

What in the shit???

She tries to push Blossom off her from where they landed tangled. 

"I'm moving, princess, don't get your panties in a twist-"

This... doesn't feel like the Wyld anymore.

Not in the slightest! It doesn't look like the Wyld, either, except for the buildings being made out of a weird material - still, wavy metal is less weird than many of the things she's seen. 

"I don't think we're in the Wyld anymore."

"I don't recognize this..." It feels hot, though, hot and painfully arid.

"We should go find someone. See if we can figure out where we are." She pushes herself to her feet, then offers Moriya a hand up.

She takes it.

"I think I hear voices..." she says, gesturing to one end of the alleyway.

"That's a good start, then." She drags Moriya in that direction.

"Careful - "

"Aw, come on, princess. Live a little. It's gonna be fine."

"I'm going to haunt you if you get me killed in recklessness."

"Promise?" She grins back teasingly.

Then- out into the marketplace.

Marketplace: Is actually pretty crowded! All with people who sure seem to be normal humans, though their clothing is weird (heavily favoring shirt, denim or fake leather pants, denim or fake leather jacket; it's also oddly colorful when it isn't faded or dusty, with a large variety of cheap costume jewelry on display around people's necks and on their ears), and the marketplace is even weirder, with stalls of metal and plastic, hovering vehicles chugging along slowly through the crowds... And an anxious knot of people around a scene where three people in a dark uniform with darker spherical helmets are talking to probably-a-store-owner who's very, very upset right now, and cussing the uniformed people out. 

Huh. Blossom is probably going to stand out, with her iridescent hair and the white gold woven into it and her blue silk blouse and embroidered leggings.

Looks like a shakedown over there. She drifts in that direction. Well, probably a shakedown, those guards could be taking a statement or something following some kind of robbery- but she doubts it. Something tells her those guardsmen are foreign, and foreigners are never on the locals' side.

Well, the locals sure seem to think she's a foreigner, going by the stink eye a few give her. Also, this is apparently about taxes the shopowner owes and has been unable to pay, but thinks are ridiculous. 

Taxes are ridiculous. Thievery that pretends to be legitimate by just hiding the sword off in the distance with some other fellows who wear the same uniform. Blossom pushes through the crowd to confront the guards.

"What's going on here?"