Take a seat, good fellow

[Klezmer Gryphon]

(( @Valyras  ))
Rays of sunlight filtered through the open shutters of Pippin's small cottage, gently illuminating the quaint central room as the griffon gently flipped through the pages of an open book, a half eaten quince sitting next to it on the low lying table. A single talon slid daintily across the parchment as the red feathered creature's eyes pored over the page in front of them, only stopping to make a note on a spare quire. He hardly read anything other than magical texts and treatises, but a recent trip to the library found him walking out with a history of La'Marri and it's surrounding area.

Taking a bite out of his quince, Pippin looked up from the pages of his book and peeked at the water clock he had sitting across the room. His eyebrows raised in shock. Five o'clock already? Dâlaoki! he cursed silently, closing his book with a dejected sigh. Dinner would have to be one of the left over puddings his neighbor brought over. He tossed the quince out the open window and walked over to the cabinet in the corner, rumaging through it without a thought as to what might be behind him.

[Valyras]

Teleportation magic is a dream and ideal for many aspiring magicians, from the most recently initiated novice to venerable elders finally considering themselves ready to actually try it out. The problem with teleportation? If you screw up a simple fireball you get singed fingers at worst. Screw up spatial travel and you can consider yourself lucky if you reappear somewhere actually inhabitable and in one piece. And Adriel just had to be there when one of the most renown magic colleges in the area he was travelling was finally trying out long range teleportation. And of course his tendency to be at the wrong place in the wrong time worked wonders this time as well. Though the place part was sorted out rather quickly due to the nature of the mishap.

Now he was somewhere else entirely. Not entirely sure where, since a major headache and everything in his sight turning did not help with determining that. A groaned "ughh..." escaped him while he earnestly tried to focus his sight on something to stop everything from turning, as indicated by the expanding and contracting of his pupils. A part of his mind was busy with recollecting what exactly happened to have him lying on an unknown floor. Trying to at least limiting the damage of the failing experiment, he was caught up in the rift. That carried him here and had him pretty much appear out of nowhere in the middle of the room at about chest-height. Gravity, unforgiving as always, did not care for his disorientation or his headache and had him heading straight for the ground where he was now laying slumped and oblivious of any other being in the room. He was however alive, in one piece and in an environment that supported life. Could have been a lot worse.