Cheshin exhausted

The storm had them caught up in a nauseating psychic roller coaster ride. He didn't know how long they'd been in the storm, but things were getting even hazier. Staying conscious would be a problem very soon.

As if in warning, Nepal let out a spasmodic jerk in his sleep. Cheshin's nausea abated. He no longer felt as though he were being tossed about like a buoy at sea. More than seeing, now, a clarity came to him. He could tell the opening home laid ahead, and he'd never seen it like this. Teleporation was nearly instant and getting stuck had never been a problem. He didn't really care where he ended up this time. He just wanted out. Nepal's fists were clinched, obviously having continued a nightmare. “We'll be out of it now,” he assured.

He willed them to the opening, and as they passed into the world, he could see a silver outline on the edges of the threshold.

Cheshin and Nepal appeared within a shimmering current of air. Exhausted, they collapsed to the soft grassy sand. They laid there on the ground for a while.

The air was sultry, sticking his clothes to his skin. Cheshin was still tired, but he wanted to make sure Nepal was going to be alright. He could smell the salt in the air. They were near the sea. But where? It was daylight. How long had they been gone?

He was about to rest his heavy eyelids, but they popped open in mute surprise when Jueqel attempted to contact him. “Something happened,” he murmured to himself, echoing the message in transit. “Are you alright?”

He sought out the “one mind”, but found it had been taken down. He offered to his mates his thoughts and found them one by one.

It was Dru that called for him to come. So, he took Nepal to House Thero.