Skandra heard her questions, and it was as though something had been unlocked in his mind. This wasn't the same as before. Neither of them were dreaming this massive gray shapes up. From the vicious-seeming shape in the sky to the earth below, and the rocks upon rocks. To Aeotha, who seemed ready to incinerate the damned thing with magic. Skandra covered the distance between them in short hops. When he arrived, he caught her from behind - one arm around her waist, trapping her hands at her sides. The other hand when over her mouth to keep her from shouting. And there he stood, perfectly still, as the gray shape broke off in its cyclonic descent.
With eerie precision and slowness the shape began to move toward them. Aeotha struggled again to escape his grasp. Should have choked her out - she was going to get them killed. But instead of pausing where Aeotha's suppressed terror could be heard the gray shape simply passed over their heads. Despite the gray, shadow-less nature of the day it still managed to drench them in a darker shade of black before it escaped. Skandra turned to look over his shoulder, and follow where the thing was going. Seemingly still under its own influence, the gray shape slammed into the pile of stones.
Something... opened... in the front of it. Not a mouth. Really.
It didn't look like a mouth.
The stones were being scooped into the gray shape's mouth as it cut a lazy and winding path through those rocks. And then at last, when it apparently had enough, it began to climb once more into the thick air surrounding them. Skandra uncovered Aeotha's mouth with a sharp and quick motion. Hand was wet. Apparently, with all her struggling, she'd managed to spit on his palm. At least she hadn't bitten him.
Skandra wiped his palm on her shoulder. Slowly, and with great pleasure.
"That was a space between worlds," Skandra spoke in a low voice, against her ear. "This is a world all its own, just like ours. You can't dream it out of existence. Hell, I doubt your magic will even work here. Wherever we are, we're probably far from Lorien."
Although, how far did one have to go to escape a goddess?