220 Teacher

"About damn time. Useless." Sael hadn't even fully transitioned into the mindscape when he heard those words.  His own sarcastic response was on his lips as the grey void formed around him, yet there they stayed.  Instead of a grey void, there was a wintery landscape. Soft snow crunched under his feet as he took a few steps.  Overhead grey clouds filtered soft light through trees and his breath formed tiny white clouds.  Crisp clean air, sharp with frost, filled his nose as he glanced around.  This was not the grey void he had expected.