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One moment, Edwin is tearing through the steppes...

...and the next, he (and his horse) find themselves in very unfamiliar territory. Huxley pins his ears back and snorts at the sudden flash, rearing slightly, while Edwin fights to remain in the saddle as he looks around. "A storm?" he asks himself, looking up a sky that seems anything but stormy. He starts as his attention goes to the rest of the landscape-it certainly looks dry enough, but this...isn't Euloria.

His horse, meanwhile, recovers quite a bit more quickly and begins to move along at a quick trot, apparently not bothered by the fact that he's trotting on pavement rather dirt. Edwin just hangs on, still staring at his surroundings, particularly at the sign that he passes by as Huxley continues onwards-Snakewater, Montana - Pop. 21,500.

At least, that's what it says underneath the scratch marks covering the population number. Beside the former number, someone's painted 15.

Edwin is fairly certain that isn't a terribly good omen.

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"No," he says again, then offers, "A tent, actually. In Euloria. I was part of an expedition, you see, and we've actually been quite successful-we've found more than a few skeletons, some of them largely complete-but I had just found part of some sort of therapod jaw and had been heading back to camp to tell everyone and get better tools, but then there was a flash of a light and I thought a storm had begun, but then I was here and I saw you floating, and quite honestly, I'm rather confused at the moment, miss."

He looks like he feels a little bit better after that mass of ramble.

"Yeah, join the party. I don't know what's up with the lightshow either, or why we're suddenly in--"

She waves a hand at their surroundings and looks distant for a moment.

"--Montana, I think. Somewhere in the States, anyways-- yeah, Montana."

A shake of her head, and Sky's face loses the faraway look.

"Man, this place is fucked up. I'd say someone's nicked us into another world, and it ain't a pretty one."

Because the United States of America did not look so post-apocalyptic this morning.

Edwin goes from looking like he feels a little better to looking rather alarmed again. "Another world? Is that even-" he gestures futilely for a few moments, looking as if he hopes his controlled flailing will help him with finding something intelligent to say.

It doesn't. "Is that even possible?"

Air spirits, he can believe. But ending up in a whole other world is an entirely new level of weird.

Snort.

"Does this look like the place you left? Seriously? Blah blah, Sherlock Holmes, only possible explanation-- whatever. Point is, here we are."

With a wry smile, "And since you don't seem to know what an air spirit is, I'm betting we're not even from the same place."

"Probably not," he admits, looking cowed. Hard to argue, really, when you're obviously not in your normal surroundings, and have no clue what go you there.

The second comment prompts a nod. "Most likely." But he still asks, sounding a bit hopeful, "..have you heard of Fremmenland? Or Euloria?" There's still that chance that she might know about something familiar.

"Nope. And you: the States, Canada, any of those?"

That might just be a look of sympathy on her face.

"Hard luck, man."

Because she's betting he hasn't and at least this world contains countries she knows, even if they're looking a little the worse for wear.

He shakes his head, frowning. "I'm afraid not. ...But I think I'd like to know why I'm here more than where I am. There has to be a good reason for this."

Logic still exists, right? Right?

"Sorry. Wish I could help."

But she's just an air spirit, not omniscient.

"Best I can do is point you in the direction of what's left of civilization."

Sky jerks a thumb in the vague direction of Kansas.

"I'm not sure I recognize the cities, but they're doing pretty well over that way."

Distances? Pff. She's an air spirit. They mean very little to her.

Edwin glances in the said direction, nodding a bit as he looks back to her. "That...that probably would be a good idea."

What does she mean, 'what's left'?

He looks around awkwardly for a moment, thinking he shouldn't just ride off-that seems...rude. "Would you like to come?" he asks after a moment.

Shrug.

"Sure, why not, I'll stay with you for a little while."

Her feet leave the ground and she floats over to hover by the horse. Somehow, it looks as though she's part of the air around her, and not just moving through it-- a bit of blurring at the edges, perhaps.

Which, all things considered, makes a lot of sense.

Edwin stares for a moment, then snaps out of it, getting back in the saddle and urging Huxley forward. The horse snorts and refuses to move for a moment, but finally relents and starts walking.

"Have you always been an air spirit?" Edwin asks after a short while, looking over to Sky and trying to not boggle. If she had wings, he could handle it better. But flying without wings strikes him as just plain bizarre.

"Of course. What else would I be? Human?"

She finds the idea laughable.

"No offense to you people, but you're so... small."

To anyone who regularly turns into a gust of wind, at least.

If she thinks he's small now, she should see in shifted. He's practically punting size then.

"Maybe?" he offers, sounding awkward again. "Spirits aren't my field. I've had them explained to me, but...bones and rock make so much more sense."

"Ah, so you do know us, after all. Or something like us. What do you know about spirits?"

Edwin scratches at the back of his head uncertainly. This is ground he plans to try and tread carefully-he's not eager to give any hints that he's a 'skin. (Even if it is pretty much the best thing ever, in his opinion.)

"Not much. Some of the Eulorian herdsmen have told me stories about them, and the Godsworn speak of demons, of course, but other than that..."

She laughs. "Demons. Oh, bullshit. My world had to deal with demon legends for a while, until people figured out that earth, fire, and shade spirits were really just a little touchy."

He nods as he listens, frowning a bit. "We have skinshifters-people who become animals. The Godsworn say that a demon takes them over and eats their soul."

Edwin sounds just a tad doubtful of this.

"And have you got any evidence your Godsworn are not talking out of their asses?" asks Sky cheerfully.

Well, there's the fact that he doesn't feel particularly demonic, and none of the other skins he met seemed like demons either, but he isn't sure he should say that.

"...No," he says after a moment, looking a bit shifty. He might not want to say his evidence, but that hasn't stopped him from being distracted by the thought.

"Well then."

She appears satisfied.

Change of subject, change of subject...

Aha. Here's one. "So what do air spirits do, exactly?"

"Do? We're spirits. If a human needs something to do with air, they ask us, give us a gift or something, and we help them out. People with sailboats love us, especially."

Edwin nods, looking thoughtful. "That could be hand...though the last time I was on a boat, I was seasick. Are spirits common where you come from?"

He almost feels like he should grab his notebook out a saddlebag and start jotting things down, but that would get in the way of holding onto the reins.

"There's tons of us. Well, sorta. Quite a few, anyway."

"And you said there's air spirits, fire spirits, earth spirits, shade spirits...does everything have a spirit attached to it, or is it mostly..." He pauses, trying to think of the best word. "...elemental?"