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After his sister's prompting, Whip settled comfortably along the ground with limbs splayed forward. If Raven was right, which he trusted she was, he'd have to wait to feel an effect, so he figured it was best to settle in. "Okay," he replied with an acompanying nod of his head. The effect must have been strong for her to meantion the transition, he inferred. The more he dwelled on it, the more curious he became. He feared the unknown, and this red dust was taking him into unfamiliar territory. A small part of him was fearful, but having his sister remain close helped dispel some of those fears.

Despite the questions that he was brewing, Whip fell silent in wait. The minutes passed slowly, but when they did, Whip began to feel a creeping sensation travel through his extemeties. It was so warm. Like he was slowly being enveloped in a thick, woolen blanket. "Ohh," he marvled aloud as he rolled onto his side. His breathing slowed; each breath was long and deep. The lids of his eyes grew heavy and they began to fall until he could only view his sister from barely open slits.

"Ohhhhhhhh." The effects of the magic dust Raven had administered continued to build. This time, his voice was nothing more than a whisper.