Vax's life was fairly simple: slip in, steal some shit, and make sure his sister was safe. Often, he cared little of his own well-being so long as he was able to care for his sister. Though, don't get him wrong, he cared deeply about his own survival. Often above and beyond others. He was, admittedly, a bit of a selfish prick. With a new bear cub to feed, much to his chagrin, Vex had spent most of her time training him. He sat with his back up against a tree as he watched her sleep, cuddling with the cub now known as Trinket, and he couldn't help the small quirk of a grin on his lip as he rolled his eye. Leaning his head back, he stared up at the night sky--the bright stars of Tal'dorei shining down on him, watching him like knowing, pitiless gods--and he closed his eyes. He took a deep breath.
In an instant, though, it was as though the world had given way--and for just a moment--he was hovering in the bright blue sky before crashing down into the sigh. Hard. A large splash spraying around him. Alarmed, he flailed in deep water, quickly trying to break through the surface air. When he finally did, he gasped deeply as he tried to gather his bearings. Where in the hell was he? He spun about, staring at the foreign land, and the foreign sea, and the bright day. Magic. He snarled. It was the only thing he could think of. Who would have done this to him? He spotted the shore and headed straight for it.
If only he hadn't been wounded from a fight for a mission with The Clasp, he might've gotten there sooner. Instead, he could feel his body grow heavy and his healing abdomen's wound open up once more. Determined, he pushed forward--until his body seemed to spasm, a part of him began to panic, and sink. There were a few ways Vax was terrified of dying. Drowning was one of them.