[Pureblade]

Opening his eyes to the interior of the scouting ship, Neolumin places his hand against a beam to steady himself.

"Well at least I'm back in the atmosphere," he whispers. Dropping down to the floor of the vessel, he wedges the hatch open slowly. "Nothing but cloud cover." Lifting himself back up, he once again places his hand on a beam. Suddenly the hatch drops out from underneath him. Losing his hold on the beam, he only has time to look up through the filtering light and read the word 'OPEN' where his hand had just been.

Rolling himself into a ball, he prepares himself for a transformation. And then he's on the ground. In a pile of snow.

"Oh. Not clouds then."

Shielding his eyes from the reflecting light all around, Neolumin pulls the headband down around his eyes and removes the stave from his back. He then walks along the Northerlands, soon finding a road with a leaning sign marked 'Frionia'.

"Off we go then." And off he goes.