[i]Clash of blades, wizard’s spell. Warrior’s shout, farmer’s dell.
Fall...
Falling...
Zoomph.[/i]
Using Feywild portals to get somewhere was often a risky and in some cases a near-fatal feat for Karion. Sure, he could use magic. But he didn’t specialize it in a way that his mother did. He found himself far ahead of the group. He saw a running wolf. With further inspection through [i]see true form[/i], he saw it was a druid. Hmm. A competition was in order.
[i]Zoomph.[/i]
He ran amidst the ageless trees of the Feywild. A mere strut through the forest equaled a sprint in the Material Plane. He saw faint outlines of the druid in her true form, far behind. Through a simple spell, she could see him and then there would be a race.
Heh. A race. He hadn’t been in one for a long time.