Ewan felt the bristle of soft grass; the world was spinning. He struggled to sit up, but keeled over with a gasp. "I'm- I'm fine. Didn't expect dream travel to be so jarring," it was his old voice, a young man's and not a boy's. When he struggled to his feet Ewan stood a head taller than Aliki, who looked more like a kid in a costume than the dignified priest he recalled.
A cocky smile crossed Ewan's face. The whole affair was bound to offend his host, but he wasn't afraid. He felt like the sorcerer he'd ought to be. "I don't feel much different, but I suppose this is... my spirit, my dreamself, or my mental self-image or somesuch..."
The natural beauty of Zyra's realm was breathtaking. In all directions there was lush meadow and magenta mist. "Well, lead on kiddo. We'll get me, and your Haven, sorted out."