I tumbled out of the gate breathlessly, landing on something warm and soft. Teleporting always left me feeling weak and disoriented, and even though Haven welcomed me as its master, it was a struggle to pry my eyes open again. Fable's familiar scent tickled my nose, tempting me to snuggle deeper into his fur.
It was the lingering tingle in my soul and Bethiv's sharp cough that finally dragged me back to reality. I groaned reluctantly as I forced my eyes open and sat up.
"What the hell is this place?" Bethiv's voice echoed with awe. His eyes shone, reflecting the countless stars that adorned the endless night sky, mirroring the wonder and awe I felt at being back in Haven.
"Haven, please keep anyone from following us in," I said, looking around as I spoke to thin air.
"As you wish, my Lady." Haven's spectral voice reverberated through the air, causing Bethiv to jump, his hand flying to his sword.
