Even though Rowan aimed for the cemetery, he lost the hold on it with his mind at the last second and ended up emerging from the shadows in the middle of the village's main road. At least this time he landed on his hands and knees, which was only slightly less humiliating than flat on his back.
Alaric maintained his upright position, but his face had a definite green tint to it from the nausea that accompanied shadow walking. Rowan supposed one made up for the other.
"Go ahead." Rowan waved off Alaric's attempt to help him to his feet, refusing to admit to himself that he also felt nauseous. "I'm coming."
Alaric nodded and pushed his way through the surprised crowd toward the cemetery. The smattering of villagers parted for him and immediately began whispering to each other.
"Rowan…I mean, Caretaker Sir. What are you doing on the ground like that?"
