[Eastiel: Another... world again? A different role to play?]
Oathran remembered that day now. At night, in the timezone where she was staying in Arkai's capital residence, Cecilia had suddenly transmitted telepathy to all three of them.
Her voice had been gentle in their minds, but there had been something beneath it.
"Is it another school, or something?" Oathran had chuckled as he reached his mountain aerie, arms full of cooking ingredients for his budding lesson with Bessa.
He remembered the smell of fresh herbs, the cold mountain air, the way his wings had folded against his back as he landed.
[Cecilia: It's not. It's... an interesting world. So interesting, in fact, that I believe it'll give us lots of new knowledge and greater power.]
[Arkai: So... like the world we visited previously, we'll forget about this world at first, and you need to remind us who we are there too?]
