Black sand. As far as she could see in every direction, nothing but black sand and a full moon.
The portal she made snapped shut behind them. The second it closed, the pressure in her chest lifted.
Fin set her down. The jarring impact of her boots hitting the sand was the only thing that made her realize he'd been carrying her at all.
"Portals take more magic. It's normal," Aeron commented.
His words registered but she was still dazed.
She looked down, startled to find both blades still gripped in her hands. Fin had carried her through the portal while she was a literal torch.
She released the flames and glanced at him.
He was already watching her.
She looked away immediately, face heating. Too fast.
Gav stepped in, grabbing the High General's blade out of her hand. It flashed white the second his fingers touched it. He held it up, eyeing the steel.
"When did she get a real sword?"
"Long story," Aeron answered.
