[At the Willow Tree => ???]
Taking the makeshift match, Nephea stood back and lined up the flame with the fuse like a marksman drawing a bead on their target. Then, with a flick of a finger, the flame blossomed into a small but obscenely colorful burst as a small streak flew to strike the end of the wick. The rest of the flame was gone after that strange display but the catamander's expression was a mixture of urgency and.. That of a child playing tag?
With a quick motion, the alchemist reached out to try grab the Wizard's arm before pulling. Hard. For him, it might feel like falling forward only to have gravity momentarily reverse before he would find footing although the area would look much different than before. Rather, it would seem that the pair were standing on pearl white sands amidst a sea of black water while spirals and clouds drifted before a vast aurora; each glowing in vibrant hues that spanned the spectrum and beyond.
Though, if the Wizard managed to wrest himself away before being tugged, then he would just see Nephea simply 'fall' into the shadow of the tree and disappear.