"I didn't know I was falling out of the sky," Sylric muttered. "I was still yelling at the horned butterfly freak and then boom—light, portal, trees, elf."
Lindarion sat up again, rubbing his jaw. "You saw her?"
"Yeah," Sylric nodded. "The one with the wings. She was there, flapping and posturing. Then the guy with the white hair showed up. Portal opened under my feet. That's all I remember."
Lindarion's eyes narrowed. "They're moving fast."
Sylric sat up too, frowning. "Did they do this to you?"
"Maeven shoved me through a portal like I was trash he was done with."
Sylric blinked. "…Rude."
"Very."
They were both quiet for a second, listening to the trees. No one else around. No mutants. No screams.
Sylric raked a hand through his hair. "You think they know we're here?"
"I think they're too arrogant to care."
Ashwing made a low grumble. "I think next time we bring a damn anchor."
Sylric sighed. "Any idea where we are?"
