This isn't where Raafi went to sleep. He'd set his bedroll up on a comfy patch of moss under a tree, and now - he still has the bedroll, at least, and his pack, but the tree and moss are nowhere to be seen, replaced by a strange metal room with still, stuffy air and an implausibly clear night sky out the window.
"Hello?" he calls, getting to his feet.
"I'm the god of travel. Here -" he waves, and the angel's bonds break.
Boccob pops into the room. "Hey, don't do that do the demons, I haven't patched their physics yet."
Fharlanghn squints at him.
"-it's more math than you like. Make me a demiplane sometime and I'll show you."
"I'd think you of all gods would want them free of that."
"Existential risk. Once we get there it's fine."
"- all right."
"Did you just snap my - wow, whatever's up with you is sure something. Uh, I dunno, is Daha going home, I like Daha but she's a fairy..."
The angel leads the way to Daha's cell. Daha is not there; he tries the cafeteria, where she's got her face pressed to the window, watching stars go by. "Daha!"
"Hey - whatever they turned off the extranet for must be a doozy -"
"Yeah, uh, I think it's this guy?"
Daha looks over her shoulder at this guy.
"Self-aggrandizing much?"
"He snapped my binding."
"Hot damn, do me too and we can go strafe the Sydney Operahouse."
"Do you know what direction we're going?"
"Been trying to figure that out but I don't have a star nav. I'd find it."
"Unfortunately one of my companions would be upset if I let you bother the locals. I can bring you home, though, if you'd like."
"...we don't live in the same place when we're at home," says Daha.
"Come with me," the angel says.
"Can't go a million miles an hour in Heaven."
"- okay, no, you can't, but -"
"The plane of air might suit you. I don't know how much you like having gravity, though," he directs at the angel.
"...I'm pretty fond of gravity. What is a plane of air."
"A realm in my world - we have more than just your five. It's mostly empty, physically, with some interesting magical properties that won't matter much for you. It's the best place I know of for flying really long distances."
"Still pretty fond of gravity," says the angel.
"I can go as fast as I want in Fairyland," says Daha. "You'd get used to Fairyland, babe."
"Yeah, what if I don't?"
"There will be clerics, eventually, if you want to come and go. I've only just gotten here, but fairyland has a few solid potentials already. I'd say someone will have a plane shift spell within a decade, easy. That's a thing gods do, is grant spells."
"- yeah all right," says the angel.
And now they are in fairyland and now the fairy's bindings are broken. "I can arrange for you to be summonable, but I don't know if they'll just start trying to capture you again. Whichever way you like."
"Not summonable's fine by me," says the angel.
"I'll take my chances," says Daha.
"...changed my mind, she'll wind up taking a circle and strand me a billion miles from Elfame."
A second's concentration, and - "Done." He produces a wooden pendant out of thin air to hand to Daha. "I like your style; keep me in mind and there might be some magic in it for you."
"Thanks, crazy guy," says Daha. She sticks it down her shirt.
The receptionist has finished patching the floor and is hyperventilating in a corner. One of the angels is looming over him a bit.
"Don't let this one go," gasps the receptionist. "The others, whatever, they'll - not this one."
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