All was initially quiet after its opening. But just then, from what could be described in this particular instance its bottom side, an older, Human male in wizards’ styled cloth dropped out from the circular opening, he too in a parallel-to-earth position, and thus, with some immediateness, landed upon the dusty ground with an audible thud, face downward. A groan escaped his buried-in-the-road face, as he slowly turned to rotate his front to face upward. A first somewhat dazed look upon the now-dusty older mage's face quickly turned into one of silent surprise, as he moved to raise his forearms in front of his face in some means of defense, for then another form dropped out of this portal, a small dragon-like figure, that with some dexterous maneuvering, managed just in time to flap it’s wings and coast away to the side of the wizard, still hitting the ground, and rolling away…but avoiding any painful collision of the now two expelled beings.
A sigh of relief exited the lips of the mage as he closed his eyes and a small smile pursed his lips in pain-avoided satisfaction…when just then, a rather hearty looking staff of well worn driftwood exited the bottom opening of the rift, and by it’s own weight, rapidly descended to clonk the prone wizard dead middle of his forehead, then bounce-and-roll off in the direction of the now off-dusting and preening, seated winged lizard creature. His hand was quickly raised to apply a rubbing relief to the wounded head bone, as the mage groaned with a typical elderly, gravelly voice.
Just then it occurred to the wizard to cautiously look up, for by now the lesson was learned—who knows what next may and might be coming rapidly toward him from whatever land lay beyond that thin magical veil above him. But then said disc of transformation magic travel, zipped itself shut, again accompanied with the mechanical cricket noise emanating as the diameter closed to a nonexistent point of nothingness.
Grabbing the staff to his side and using it as a crutch of sorts to lift himself up to a standing position, the mage quickly dusted his front with rapid hand movements of a trained spellcaster, before fully standing upright, tall yet thin, and casting his gray-eyed gaze in all directions around him.
“Well…that was unexpected,” he spoke aloud, likely either to himself or thinking that his familiar companion was a constant receiver of whatever passage of words escaped his mage mind and exited his mage mouth. “I will surely never, ever touch one of those things, ever again!”
Looking around some more, he would squint his eyes and take a double-take both up and down the Tradeway path, as if something is becoming clear to him.
“Well…this looks familiar…I think….”
Adjusting his robes, the wizard positioned his staff for a walking aid and commenced in a direction down one way of the path. The pseudodragon, shortly after his master had taken a few steps in one direction, let out a small shrill cry, taking then to the air, and beating it’s wings furiously as it slowly started to drift in the opposite direction upon the same road.
“Oh yes, right…that way. Exactly right. Of course…,” the older mage responded as he paused his movements, turned around, and joined in the opposite direction upon the path with his familiar. The two strode side-by-side, seemingly serenely content in whatever adventure await them…in that direction….
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