Faris was almost back to the Ares cabin. She had taken a swig of the drink Gaspard had so nicely given her, but was just holding the rest. Her head was just now starting to spin when she yawned, closing her eyes and stretching. She felt sick for a brief second, as if the ground beneath her were falling, and then it stopped. She instantly dropped to her knees. [b]”Whoa,”[/b] she groaned for a second, shaking her head slightly, braid hitting her neck as she got her bearings. She opened her eyes and saw sand. There wasn’t sand in front of her cabin was there? Why was there sand? She frowned, looking up and around her and seeing other campers… some of which she recognized, and some she didn’t. Faris looked around her and realized they were not at any part of the camp that she could recall. Where the heck were they? She slowly stood and put a hand to her head, still feeling a tad dizzy. She was still in her simple black dress and some flat boots, and for some reason now she’d wished she’d worn jeans to the party. [b]”Okay, what’s going on… Did the damsel of death drag us down here?”[/b] she asked, looking pointedly at Erin and frowning. After all, Erin was the only one Faris had really seen demonstrate a power that this might allude to. She was just looking for someone to blame really though, as she was thrown off her usual confidence by this turn of events.