The black enshrouding Rowan's consciousness was dispelled, the world itself quivering from his arrival.
As if his eyes were welded shut by the light burning into his retinas, he covered his face slowly to rescind the burning pain writing amongst his eye lids, and searing into his brain.
He hadn't taken more than a moment to identify what he was inside, the drywood and the clattering of hooves the biggest indicators. He was inside a carriage, its travel slowing at the very second.
He blinked once.
Then whispered: "Where am I?"
Despite the clear signs of his vessel being transported into rural land, he hadn't immediately recognized its location, partly due to him having to close his eyes in anxious fear when he'd originally traversed through these parts, the invisibility cloak he'd donned requiring his most minute movement.
