Reis expected a bullet train experience. One without the walls and windows keeping the passengers safe from the air pressure.
It would have been painful, but probably wouldn't have felt so weird. Good weird, or bad weird, was a later question.
One moment, he was in the old kitchen of his new home, the next, he was feeling the cold air of early winter, which he shouldn't have, if this was the actual destination.
Yvaion had teleported them outside the glass house, in the adjoining garden.
The prince wobbled once he rediscovered the ground under his feet and his sense of space. New Personal Belief: He was better off without fast travel. Definitely.
"Why did you bring us here?" Reis knew very well that his guardian was at least seventy percent made of ice. And he also had gotten somewhat used to the cold, but he could only endure the freezing air for so many days a week. The quota had been met, but his warm robes had been forgotten in the kitchen.
