The golden boy wasn't falling long, that limp and helpless feeling you get when drop went away almost instantly and suddenly he couldn't discern whether or not he'd actually even dropped at all. He was covered in water however, which was evidence of... something. Killian straightened himself out, getting his first glimpse at his surroundings, and his heart fluttered in his chest. Where there was previously swaths of soft flowing wheat there was now a plethora of greens, with the pastels of springtime sprinkled elegantly throughout. Tall skeletal trees towered above his head creating a lush canopy, though the sunlight still shone through.

The sun. He couldn't feel it anymore, he couldn't feel her. Panic began to bubble up, threatening to whimper at his lips. Where the fuck was he!? Was this some sort of drugged trip? Or had Regne de Jour already found him and placed some sort of hallucinatory spell on him to keep him from continuing on. Ugh, if that were the case that would mean that by staying where he was, he was just awaiting capture, and doing exactly what they would want him to do.

Hell no, Killian wasn't gonna let whatever this was be the boss of him. He sucked up his fears, and scanned his surroundings with wide brown eyes. Every direction was just a lot of trees, pretty, but nothing more. They could've picked a worse mind fuck if they had really wanted to keep him from going on, he thought, but shrugged it off. With a decided direction in mind he just started walking. Following the sun, hoping that maybe she would give him some guidance, or at least dry all this water off of his clothes.

phoebe

Potentially, this was just a trick of magic, another obstacle for him to overcome. But now doubt was whispering into his ear this time Killian was listening. Something else was going on here, and this girl was the best lead he had.

"Uhh," he started, pausing to laugh a little and run his hand through his mess of chocolate brown hair. "Okay, this is gonna sound... wack. But I think I might be hallucinating? Like ten minutes ago I was running through a field and now I'm in the middle of the woods and I don't remember how I got here. Oh and..." he gestured to his slowly drying clothes, then gave her a helpless look.

Killian straightened himself out in response to her doing so; he too was tall and lithe, but not delicate. Killian was a much more sun kissed and rugged figure, with a messy charm. The girl gave him a response then, an answer of some kind. But it wasn’t at all what he’d expected, or wanted to hear. His thick brows furrowed as he listened to her, it was his turn to be confused now. What is a Caido, and what did she mean, brought to this world? He didn’t get too worked up yet, her voice was too calm for him to worry.

”Ok... umm...” he said, trying to figure out what to ask first. ”But how do I get back. Not like too the capitol but... like...” he trailed off, figuring not usually at such a loss. This was all hurting his head.

Killian was lost, Phoebe on the other hand was gently lifting a basket of herbs, and continuing on as if his life wasn't falling apart before her very eyes. She introduced herself, and he at least had the wits to do the same, "Killian, but my friends call me Kiki," he said with a half smile. He still clung on to the tiniest hope that this was a hallucination, that he'd tripped and hit his head or something and he'd wake up soon covered in dirt and wheat field bugs...

And home. All he wanted right now was home. His mother, running her hands through his mess of curls, protecting him from the world. But how could she do that when he was supposedly in an entirely different one? Phoebe mentioned his wet clothes, Killian had almost forgotten about that. The physical plane seemed to have disappeared there for a second, but it was back now, and so were his whirlwind thoughts that he held on the tip of his tongue.

He started to follow her, walking at her side with much more urgency than she. He stayed silent as she spoke, processing what she was saying. People appeared in this place, from all over. From different worlds. Was that even possible? Were there other worlds that he didn't know about, worlds hidden in puddles? He tried to keep an open mind, still eased by the idea that this might be a hallucination. Please be that.

Phoebe began to talk about her own world. Northwind, and Northaven. No, he'd never heard of that. Her laugh was a surprise, certainly a shift from what he was feeling at the moment. "Uhh," again with the uhhhhhs, Killian tried to think of a proper answer to her question, while also trying to keep from blurting out more of his own, "Wack is like, crazy. If something's wack it's crazy."

She broke his troubled stupor once again when she brought up “wack”, and how she had thought it was maybe short for wacky. He smiled at her, nodding yes and shaking no simultaneously, ”Yeah, kinda like wacky.”

She seemed to pick up on his distress, and though he was trying to hide it, her acknowledgment of his predicament was somehow reassuring. To know that he wasn’t alone in whatever this was, it felt good, and he nodded at her to show that he heard and appreciated her. Though still praying to the goddess that this was just a spell, a dream, a hallucination.

The two broke free of the tree line at last, and found themselves in open pasture. It almost reminded him of home, but the season was all wrong, and it just... wasn’t. Not to mention the giant spire looming in the distance- home did not have one of those. ”What’s that?” he asked, brown eyes fixed on the spire.

Pheebs started to talk about the Spire, and very quickly the tale turned confusing. He began to realize that no hallucination or dream could’ve been this intricately designed. This didn’t bode wonderfully with him, it made his stomach feel a bit uneasy, but he just kept listening to her to keep his worries under control. She gave a story of gods and mortals, of magic barriers and voices and so forth. Killian’s world had gods too, so the idea that this world had them wasn’t any kind of shock to him. He was well accustomed to the dealings of gods and mortals. After all, he had been heir to a goddess’s magic. Had been. Wherever he was now, there was no Soleil. He couldn’t feel her light on his skin anymore. He could feel the sun, this world’s sun, it was warm and bright but it wasn’t the goddess.

Here he only had Phoebe, so he decided to try and focus on her instead of how he was sorely missing the world he’d so many times run from. ”Are your gods dangerous then? Mine just kind of watched, and blessed people sometimes, and made their nations fight for them like a bunch of stupid sheep. But sounds like yours are really...” he paused to gesture away his thoughts in one awkward hand movement, that indirectly meant, ahhhh.

Soon they were coming upon a town, if you could call it such. It was obviously lived in, but not necessarily alive. It was by no means the capitol, teeming with color and pulse, but more of a refuge. [say]"What happened to the buildings?"[/say] Killian asked, brown eyes scrutinizing every cobble and overgrown brush. It was a little exciting, he had to admit, being somewhere so vaguely familiar yet entirely new. But mostly, troubling.

Phoebe lead the boy into her clinic, which was a very warm place. It was relieving, to be somewhere so small and cozy and safe after having been told that the whole world outside was different. At least this clinic had no surprises, no barriers or gods. Just the two of them, and a sweet herbal aroma.

Killian smiled a bright and genuine smile as she laughed, he hovered back near the front of the clinic. [say]"They don't know what their missing,"[/say] he replied playfully, then glanced around at the various things in the clinic. There was a silence, where Killian reflected upon the situation. He realized that he had one very important question to ask before resigning himself to what seemed to be the truth. [say]"So I'm really stuck here huh, there's no way back?"[/say]