Here is a sea of grass and rolling hills, stretching far as the eye can see. Far to the east and west, past the fields of green and autumn-orange, mountain ranges rise up and past the clouds: cliffs to the heavens, climbing without end.
Back to the carpet. No surprises on the way out. The Kheltians seem much more relaxed, once they're out of Germina airspace and speeding across the arid plains. The flight is uneventful, at least as Blai can tell by his non-visual senses if he's still declining to take in the view.
And in two hours, they're setting down in Edojaf. A messenger informs them they have the rest of the morning to convalesce, but the King wants to see them at two o'clock to debrief.
He's not sure he needs to convalesce per se but it's a kind sentiment. He will appear promptly at two.