Simply breathe... And let yourself fall through...
The barrier between the Faewild and Le'Raana is remarkably thin in some places. In those places, what is present in one is reflected in the other: Be they forests, mountains, even stones. Where there are those parallel spaces, there is an overlap where a properly motivated being could step across the gap between worlds as easily as one would step over a root or stone in a path.
How that barrier presents itself is... Murky at best. Some scholars have said that it appears like a veil, others have said that it appears as a physical wall of matter, and others still have said it is less of a physical barrier and more akin to a mental or spiritual one. Perhaps the way the Barrier presents itself is purely dependent on who perceives it, or perhaps folk have simply not learned how to observe it.
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Taernichanthach stood in a grove of her own making. It was no snowy forest, but she had made herself comfortable here in preparation to step across the gap. She knew that if she tried to force herself through the barrier- like so many other Fae folk do- she would be robbed of her strength and disoriented for a time. For one like herself, that was unacceptable.
Breathe... And let yourself fall through...
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, held it, and released. With each breath, more and more of the world fell away. The wind through the trees, the birdsongs of the Faewild's ever-present teeming life, it all began to feel so far away. Taernichanthach felt the Barrier as if she were standing on the surface of water. She could feel her feet making tiny, almost-imperceptible depressions into the surface yet her mass could not break its tension. And there was Le'Raana, reflected just beneath the water's surface.
Breathe... Fall...
Taernichanthach took one long, last inhale, and let herself fall backwards.
The sensation was that of her perception: Falling into a pool of still, cold water. Despite her armor and her garment, she felt the cold rush over every inch of her being as she sank beneath the surface. As a Winter Fae, she always enjoyed the cold, even to temperatures that would freeze a living creature inside-out, but this... This sensation was different. She felt it seep through her skin and into her bones, gripping her in an uncomfortable embrace.
Breathe...
She exhaled slowly, letting the breath draw out for as long as she could stand. That uncomfortable, bone-deep chill left her with the breath. She felt the surface of the pool again, this time against her back and the top of her head. Taernichanthach adjusted her posture and felt her feet touch solid ground. She stood up; the surface tension of the water against her offering little resistance as she broke through it.
When she opened her eyes, she stood not in the Faewild, but in Le'Raana. The sun shone down on her face; it was uncomfortably warm... But she would fix that in a moment. She took another deep breath to steady her senses. Crossing the gap, even if it was easier in these places, always took its toll.
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What a coincidence it was that Taernichanthach happened across a young man dangling from a tree mere minutes after she had crossed over. Dark skin, strong frame, hair curled into a very interesting shape. He was hanging upside down, and apparently not by choice either. A mysterious egg lay at the base of the tree, and a spear- presumably his weapon- jutting out from a branch up near his caught foot.
Taernichanthach smirked with amusement as she approached the distressed warrior from behind. The air around her grew colder with each step as she drew closer.
"You seem to be the instrument of your own unmaking, traveler," she sighed, her voice like that of a winter breeze. Soft and gentle, yet carrying with it the promise of a biting, frigid cold.