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Many things could be said about Illusion, but “slow” certainly wasn’t one of them. Within almost a minute of Vesper’s phone call, Dawn’s boots were planted firmly in warm soil, the world around her swirling from the quiet of the parking lot to the gentle chatter of the woods. It was a...surreal transition, to say the least.

The man standing before them all, baring bright tendrils of light from his back, made it even more so.

Seemingly unsure as to how to take the visual, Dawn gave the stranger an awkward half-wave, glancing over to Jojo as he stepped over. ”The text?” She said, keeping her voice soft. She hardly wanted to interrupt the little welcoming that had been set up for them, but at the same time, the message sent was something worth questioning.

As Rick explained their location and schedule, Dawn swept the hat from her head, letting the sun warm her face as she listened. It was hard to tell what, exactly, “basic exercise” entailed, but the equipment set up would likely answer that for her.

Hopefully any sort of magickal training wouldn’t be required.