Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Finally, Sanja arrived at the scene. She jumped back, eyes wide. "...Oh. Um.." She looked around, disoriented.
Piper raised her eyebrows. "Something wrong?" Sanja nodded.
She raised a hand through the air. "It's the, uh — it's odd here. Connection to the dreamscape means I can feel places where portals can open. It's, you know, the effect of Spirit magic. This is one if those places."
"Well, open the portal then, yeah?" Shylock cut in, standing back impatiently. "The sooner we do this, the better."
Sanja nodded and with a deep breath, she raised both hands and opened the portal. "...Ugh. I don't know where that is, but I'm never going back after this." She shot a look of disgust at the portal, then leaned down to the ground and summoned Sundial and the Wolf.
Piper looked at the others. "Ready to go, everyone?"
Piper raised her eyebrows. "Something wrong?" Sanja nodded.
She raised a hand through the air. "It's the, uh — it's odd here. Connection to the dreamscape means I can feel places where portals can open. It's, you know, the effect of Spirit magic. This is one if those places."
"Well, open the portal then, yeah?" Shylock cut in, standing back impatiently. "The sooner we do this, the better."
Sanja nodded and with a deep breath, she raised both hands and opened the portal. "...Ugh. I don't know where that is, but I'm never going back after this." She shot a look of disgust at the portal, then leaned down to the ground and summoned Sundial and the Wolf.
Piper looked at the others. "Ready to go, everyone?"