The Heartwood i'm having a breakdown, drinking at a playground; tequila for one

Electra's body was racked with aches and pains, and despite her best efforts to put this and the battle that resulted in these injuries behind her, it was proving to be a difficult task.  Her foot where her foe's teeth had pierced through the flesh was especially bad, often bleeding.  She was having an issue with trying to keep it clean between the damp ground and drizzle, and wore a permanent scowl on her face as a result.

She forged away from the expanse of endless brown grasses and towards a mournful, haunting forest.  She suspected there had been something here once, maybe something of more interest than what it held now.  Further inspection provided a contradictory sharp-but-soft silhouette of blue-grey; familiar in a way she could not place even though they had never met.

Stepping forward to reveal herself, she calls out, Hey.