Aeotha steadied herself on her feet, all of her muscles felt tense as if she hadn't used her limbs in ages and decided to try running a race. It was the sort of unease and pain one had after a long hard battle but it had been nothing like that. She cast her eyes at the sky had they fallen all that distance? The sky seemed to stretch on forever, but there were things flying, hovering up too far to see up close, but horrible in moving around there. Aeotha cast her eyes back on Skandra who was cursing his grandfather. She wondered how much Shantar did know about this place and where he was now. He'd said they might be separated, likely even, but not how to find each other.
Aeotha pressed her palm against her temple and started to rub it, it felt as if shed been clubbed. She still felt out of place and wasn't sure what was going on or why this was going on. Shantar had muttered something about stars, but how could they be anywhere near stars while falling, or if it was possible how could they possibly transverse that distance from firmly on the ground to there. Impossibilities. She wondered if all Immortals dealt in them. Skandra had done some impossible things with his alchemy before, but this was..
Could it be alchemy?
He was looking at something now. She bent down slowly to get a good look as well, but what she saw, Aeotha did not fall to her knees, instead she drew up to her full height and covered her mouth. She deal in death, or at least the reserve side of it Preventing such things. Was this one of the villagers?
"Gods. What is happening here? What is this place?" She was frustrated, confused, and even a bit disgusted. Simply put, Aeotha was annoyed by the fact that she could do nothing, and even if she could do something she did not know what it was. She certainly hadn't dealt with anything like this before.