For a single second, Belladonna felt like she was being dragged through her air. It felt like there was a fishing hook speared through her stomach, and the fisherman was eagerly reeling her up to the surface, while bragging to his friends how good of a catch she was.
When she broke the surface of this metaphorical water, was when the blinding light dimmed and she staggered forwards into reality, solid ground once again under her feet. Belladonna heaved and gasped, as the air had been ripped from her lungs and it seemed like her lunch was eager to follow it.
She didn't appreciate the fact that she had indeed teleported, or that she was standing in some kind of elegant gazebo that seemed to be grown from scratch rather than carved out of the wood, and even had naturally changing colours in the wood.
