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Vanya commanded the group surround her after all was said and done at the feast. All the assembled promptly gathered around as she explained she was going to teleport them to her half-sister. Alice caught snippets of the old tongue as the spell was performed, understanding or at least recognising around one word in five, their significance in the equation lost to her. She didn't much care to listen though, it was way above the novice mage's head and would likely be for many years if not forever.

With a flash the party found themselves in a clearing that could only be from a perfect dream or a god's garden. The place hummed with fireflies, and yet was free from the buzzing and biting insects that normally inhabit such places at night. A comforting glow revealed the area and yet was not too bright as to disrupt sleep. Alice noticed her thoughts growing ever more slumbersome as she considered the lush grass that could only be described as bizarrely fluffy. Such a beautiful and serene place must have been nurtured by magic, though such a thing would take many years and only be the fascination of the least driven and most talented member of the Vrettonian high circles.

Vanya spoke to no-one in particular "Welcome to the Falenthoren Glade. It is here where we will reside for night to rest and sleep. I will leave you once my strength recovers, for I shall be missed in Riverhope. My half sister will greet you tomorrow a few miles to the east of here." Geradin posed a question, "Ye ever seen something like that afore?" he said in half shock to Alice. Never, I'm unsure there are any in the civilised world as talented at magic as Princess Vanya here. A sure sign she needed sleep that she knew was that she would make the same observations again and again without having moved on. "How far away is this?" he went on to ask Vanya. "5 miles to the east of the river. Quite a long way via magic." she replied quickly, and Alice detected a slight measure of pride. Alice couldn't hold the small boast against her, it was a feat of near legend.

Alice gestured to Geradin when the Princess was gone. "Come on, lets get some tents up." The dwarf slowly turned in a half circle, saying "Why bother, lass? If ye aren't comfortable on the ground and under the stars then you shouldn't have been born a creature of the land." he yawned and stretched out on the floor. "Be that as it may -" she was cut off by loud snoring. If it wasn't Geradin in question she would have thought he was faking it to annoy her, but she knew he would be oblivious to anything until morning.

Putting up her tent allowed her to put thought about her own progress on teleportation. The idea of it was fairly straightforward, but the execution was always hard to do. Even master wizards would often find themselves inside furniture or walls, or missing objects, items of clothing or even worse; limbs. Such a thing required plenty of practice across a large flat and controlled area, and even then the greatest distance she had heard was only about 500 metres, paltry in comparison. Alice had never really had the time to do any practice of it. Even teleporting objects was a matter best left for emergencies and with nothing too precious. There was a reason merchants never relied on anything of the sort despite how useful it would be to get stock from warehouse to stand or shop without having to make a trip. She wondered how advanced Yaroslav was when it came to this, but her idle curiosity could wait until more sociable hours

Finally done, she looked around to see she was in fact one of the slowest to have made camp, though was relieved she wasn't the only person doing so. At least some of the company seem civilised. Normally she would do some quick reading or studying before she went to sleep, but she knew she'd need her rest for the coming day. She was out like a light, almost as soon as her head hit the pillow.
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