Lind was having a nostalgic memory of getting sick from teleportation when he was in the Soul Realm. Qing was with him when he was sick to his stomach and he loathed using teleportation arrays.
As the wind whistled in his ears, he felt a similar nausea spreading through his body. Delenn was on her own this time as they had not been near each other before being launched by the Shale Strike Gator.
"Racial control, not Qi. Have to remember that." The reason he was caught off guard was he felt no flow of Qi. It was pure intent!
He finally grasped his racial flight ability to slow his tumbling before pain lanced across his back. He distinctly heard a crack but his limbs still answered his call. He realized he was now past the bog's border and over some sparse trees and a road was quickly closing in on his vision!
He could not stop his acceleration in time but then a formation lit up!
