Swishton

With the stable hatch sealed and the rescued racers of Ruburu finally tucked away, I opened the portal to our next destination. Sudden swirling greens and yellows intertwined, forming a calamitous looking void against the beautiful blue backdrop. 

Tent stalls and flourishing foliage were safe from my magic, though, with nought but a gentle breeze to tug  at their fragile stems. And as I watched the stable hatch close behind me, I turned from the strange vacation world of before to the stinking packed corridor and stalls of the now.

Cleo was furious, stomping with one arm held out in front. But, I soon realised that she wasn't angry with me. 'Klifbor! I told you not to move. It's too dangerous.'