Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-5543592-20191023134729

The forest flickered, like another image was being pasted over their vision to replace it. The breeze grew it's most intense and then blinded them for one, rapid moment.

The breeze died, and they opened their eyes somewhere else.

It was dark, and there was one giant, fat, saucer of a moon in the sky, although no moon they had ever seen before. They rode along a river, reflecting the mellow purple of the sky. The grass at the horses feet was high, uncared for, and rife with wild flowers.

"Ruptga." Nyasia murmured, making a religious symbol.

"Don't invoke him here, please." Ficaphlon was holding one hand up and it was glowing with a light the same faint purple as the water. "We'd like the denizen of this place to ignore us."