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
oh well, maybe not, let’s try again
