[ it must be like the Stargazers, he thinks. he's not sure if anyone else could travel by them, but the feeling of disappearing and reappearing somewhere else ... surely such a thing is a universal sensation. and yet he grasps a warm hand (they always seem warmer than his own, perhaps he is just naturally cold to the touch,) and it's not exactly like the Stargazers.
he does. stumble. a tiny bit. when they arrive. wherever ... they arrive. he needs a moment. adapts quick, but he needs a moment. he blinks a few times, clears his head. he looks around. there's grass, gravel, a path, trees off in the distance, he can hear the sound of the wind rustling in the leaves and the crinkling of them under his boot and the distant sound of baby goats, and--
...
hopefully his friend doesn't take offense to being almost immediately abandoned but lbr the potential petting of wee baby goats is always going to take priority over politeness. ]
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he does. stumble. a tiny bit. when they arrive. wherever ... they arrive. he needs a moment. adapts quick, but he needs a moment. he blinks a few times, clears his head. he looks around. there's grass, gravel, a path, trees off in the distance, he can hear the sound of the wind rustling in the leaves and the crinkling of them under his boot and the distant sound of baby goats, and--
...
hopefully his friend doesn't take offense to being almost immediately abandoned but lbr the potential petting of wee baby goats is always going to take priority over politeness. ]