[ When they land, and the impact shudders through both of them, Trahearne feels, for a second, like he might fall off. But he grips tight, hands, arms, legs, even squeezing his eyes shut. The panic still has him reeling slightly, and he just doesn't want to fall.
The strange prick of nightmare, coupled with echoes of what he has once experienced within the Brand many, many years ago, snap him out of his worries. His eyes burst open, and he tentatively lets go of Eustace's fur. Necromancy and dreamotion swirl at his fingertips, and he lets it dangle towards the ground. There's a slight shift on the arm before three sand pillars burst up from seemingly nowhere, accompanied by a bright white glow that surrounds the both of them. Barrier, for just in case. He doesn't know if it'll hold in the face of the nightmare-Brand, but he'll take any protection they can get. ]
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The strange prick of nightmare, coupled with echoes of what he has once experienced within the Brand many, many years ago, snap him out of his worries. His eyes burst open, and he tentatively lets go of Eustace's fur. Necromancy and dreamotion swirl at his fingertips, and he lets it dangle towards the ground. There's a slight shift on the arm before three sand pillars burst up from seemingly nowhere, accompanied by a bright white glow that surrounds the both of them. Barrier, for just in case. He doesn't know if it'll hold in the face of the nightmare-Brand, but he'll take any protection they can get. ]