Daine has had a fair few magical surprises in her life, but this is the first time she's experienced anything like this. Their surroundings seem to stretch, and when they snap back into place, they're all outside, standing on the lawn.

Well, one of them is standing. Daine's hit with a horrible wave of nausea, as if it took her insides an extra moment to catch up with her outsides, and she ends up dropping to her knees in the grass. It's as well she does; Kitten, similarly affected, wheels around, her neck passing just over Daine's head as she lets out a ragged, retching sound. Daine hastily closes herself off, not wanting their misery amplified by sharing it, and clamps her eyes shut, struggling not to vomit.

She hears a distant crash that sounds suspiciously like a long, scaly tail passing through the wooden walls of a potting shed, followed by some thrashing in the underbrush and another unhappy groan from Kitten.

Once her stomach has settled a little, she cracks her eyes open and levels a Look at Magnus. "A little warning might've been nice," she croaks. She turns to look for Kitten, and finds the dragonet -- well, dragon, now -- crouched forlornly by the tree line, her scales tinged with gray. A little distance away, the potting shed is a toppled ruin.

Daine sighs. "Well, the shed had a good run."