The Necessity of Travel

As you step through the gate, you feel an odd sensation run through him. It's hard to explain, but if you ask someone to put their palm up against yours and then take your thumb and forefinger and run them down the backs of both hands at once, that should get pretty close. Is it because the air is different? Perhaps the sunshine is ever so slightly brighter. Whatever it is, the tiny jolt you experience from the ground being a couple inches lower here removes it from your mind before you can dwell too much on it.

It's just as beautiful here as when you saw it from the other side. You can look back and see the others sort of hanging there in the air, a couple inches off the ground but you do not see a gate.

He's fine. There's nothing in the way of seeing back and forth or of communicating. That specific piece of air just goes somewhere it's not really meant to go.

Johnsan steps through, followed by the two women. The portal stays open behind you, but it's just the opening in the air, there's no stone on this side to hold it. You're not exactly seeing any obvious signs that direct you which might be the best way to go. On the other hand, you're not seeing danger in any specific direction either. Now that you're all together, where do you go from here?

If you were too look far enough, off in the distance, you might see the ever so fuzzy outline of a mountain obscured by clouds.

It's hard to tell if the mountains are the same. Impossible would be a better word for it, really. The angle is different, and the clouds are in the way. Are there clouds on the other side of your mountains? Hard to say.