[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		  thought that he’d turned towards the lantern, he’d thought he had taken several steps towards it before his vision was consumed by a strange pale light. Then it was as if he was falling, there was a gap in his memory, and then he’d blinked into a state of total wakefulness. Quite literally in fact as he stood blinking, his eyes adjusting to the light of… [color=#1A1A3B][b]“...what the hell?”][/b][/color]

Farren laid eyes on the strange place and though he’d expected to be surprised, it still struck him how unbelievable it was that he’d somehow been transported to what appeared to be another realm entirely. He started to observe and take in the three figures before him, but only had long enough to recognize Torquil’s broad frame before the sky shifted with a rapidity that made him crouch as if the heavens were set to fall upon them. As he stared up at the sky with narrowed eyes, Farren realized that someone had spoken to them. Yet, he didn’t dare take his eyes off the pale eye of the full moon’s luminescence. He registered the porcelain woman’s words and wet his lips nervously, still not truly looking at her as he spoke. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Can’t say…I’ve ever seen anything quite like that either,”][/b][/color] he commented, trying to sound slightly amused, but instead his words came out with the distinct sound of disquiet that he was feeling.

Farren’s eyes darted to Ophelia, then back at the moon above them and though he slowly straightened back to his full height after a few moments the unsettled expression on his face remained.