Shore Of The Eastern Continent

~WHUUUSH!~

As the trio descended from the sky, the rush of wind roared in their ears, gradually tapering off as they neared the sandy shores of the Eastern Continent. 

With a gentle flap of wind, guided by his Magic, Rey touched down upon the soft, golden sands, his movements fluid and precise. Judging by his movements alone, it seemed almost as if he had been here before. However, if that was the case, teleportation would have sufficed.

"Huu…" Heaving a silent sigh, he turned to offer a reassuring smile to Esme and Kara, his eyes calm and composed despite the high-speed journey they had all just experienced.

"We made it. Are you guys okay?" 

One look at the two behind him told Rey that the question was unnecessary. There was no way either of the girls was okay.

Esme stumbled slightly as she nearly tumbled over Rey. Despite being accustomed to flying—even at such high speeds—it seemed the rate at which Rey traveled was too much for her.