It takes me a moment to try and regain my balance after sliding off Fernell"s back. To my left, Cobalt is stumbling around in a similar way.
I reach up and comb my fingers through my hair, trying to untangle it, but I fear it"s too late. I should have tied it up better before the flight started, being in a ponytail hasn"t really helped keep the knots out.
Once I feel a little steadier on my feet, I start looking around to try and get a sense of where we are. I don"t know much about the geography of the land around the city and the White Towers, so it isn"t very helpful. Perhaps Cobalt will be able to fill me in when he"s stopped dry heaving.
I don"t think he"s a particular fan of flying. Unfortunately for him, we"re going to have to do it again to get back to the cave before we"re colle
