He notes as much of that as he can in the few moments before they hit the water - where the lights die down the moment Farraige begins to cast. It doesn't take a genius to realize there's some connection there.
"Wait," Vanyel gasps out as soon as he gets his head above water, reaching for Farraige's arm - which is when he notices how unusually thick and oily the 'water' has suddenly become. How, despite being a strong swimmer (he grew up in a port city, was diving for pearls and shellfish almost from the time he could walk) it's all he can do to keep treading water, to keep his head above the surface of the-
Not water. Not anymore, as it hardens to sludge around them, then to something like wet sand, with something - maybe just the sand itself, but they can't be sure of even that much. Not when it was just crawling with snakes, and there might well have been something far worse lurking down in the depths. He tightnes his grip on Farraige's arm and runs down a mental list of all the spells and Shouts he knows, trying to figure out what he can do to get them out of this-
Then he notices that last purple spark, the purple-edged screen it expands into - and he immediately recognizes the petite blonde woman they're being shown. "Rose," he breathes, afraid himself now - afraid for her, that she'll be hurt. Or that he'll lose her to whatever that tentacled thing is. Before he's even really thought about it, he Shouts again. "Wuld Nah Kest!" Across open ground, the force of all three words of Whirlwind Sprint might well launch them all the way to the island.
As it is, he'll be happy just to get as clear as they can of the dark, clutching sand - whatever it takes, to get close enough to that screen? portal? to help Rose if they can.
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"Wait," Vanyel gasps out as soon as he gets his head above water, reaching for Farraige's arm - which is when he notices how unusually thick and oily the 'water' has suddenly become. How, despite being a strong swimmer (he grew up in a port city, was diving for pearls and shellfish almost from the time he could walk) it's all he can do to keep treading water, to keep his head above the surface of the-
Not water. Not anymore, as it hardens to sludge around them, then to something like wet sand, with something - maybe just the sand itself, but they can't be sure of even that much. Not when it was just crawling with snakes, and there might well have been something far worse lurking down in the depths. He tightnes his grip on Farraige's arm and runs down a mental list of all the spells and Shouts he knows, trying to figure out what he can do to get them out of this-
Then he notices that last purple spark, the purple-edged screen it expands into - and he immediately recognizes the petite blonde woman they're being shown. "Rose," he breathes, afraid himself now - afraid for her, that she'll be hurt. Or that he'll lose her to whatever that tentacled thing is. Before he's even really thought about it, he Shouts again. "Wuld Nah Kest!" Across open ground, the force of all three words of Whirlwind Sprint might well launch them all the way to the island.
As it is, he'll be happy just to get as clear as they can of the dark, clutching sand - whatever it takes, to get close enough to that screen? portal? to help Rose if they can.