Teleporting to camp

The world seems to distort and bend around you. Only that which lies in the teleportation circle seems clear with everything surrounding it twisting and fading from focus. As you blink in bewilderment the world around you seems to change and suddenly you are outside near to the centre of your camp.

You feel your knees buckle as you hit the ground hands first. You stare down at the grass and focus all your effort into not throwing up. After steadying your breath, you look up at your allies. Frost and Syvella do not seem to have been all that phased by the teleportation process.

“Not too worry Iyda, you get used to it around the third or fourth time.” Syvella says offering you a hand which you accept.

“Frankly I’m hopin’ we can just take horses next time we are in a hurry.” You say wearily.

The three of you split ways to eventually make your way to the pre-battle gathering.