A good dress

The ground welcomed her body with a thud. Blindsided by the feeling traveling through a portal brought, she yanked off her cloak and threw it to the ground. Sounds of Artem's horse attempting to escape could sum up how she felt, if only she had the strength to do so. Feeling for Artem's hand, she found it and rolled on her back. Closing her eyes to get rid of the light, and groaning to drown out the sounds, she slowly started to balance herself in the new place.

The odd thing was that no one noticed. No one came to see if two people, groveling, needed assistance. It was like they had been there the entire time. That, or the people of Dalen were just as self absorbed as she thought.

The surroundings started to look more clear, her heart rate normalized, and her breathing calmed. "I would have rather walked." The weakness from the short travel was revealed in her shaky voice. Dirt from the ground had been smeared all over the deep purple dress. Lifting up and propping her weight on her elbows, she took one look at herself and sighed with disgust. "If I had known it would ruin a good dress, I would have never even considered it."