Dive Bomb's face was a study in stillness, or perhaps merely the effects of facial paralyzation. I may have found the secret to getting back to the desert, he thought as he choked down the gritty remnants which caked his mouth and tongue. The cookies are made of it! As he resisted the urge to spit, he paused; his thought had been more accurate than he thought, as the sand slowly cascading off his hoof proved.
Something was definitely wrong here. Besides, you know, random teleportation. He frowned, jiggling the pile of sand in his hoof. Another hoof snaked out to take a sip from a cup of tea; air.
He frowned. This was one of the reasons why he didn't particularly like magic, especially when used on himself; if he couldn't trust his senses, what could he trust?
As subtly as possible, he scooted over to the unicorn, and showed her the pile of sand. She'd understand, and start looking for things that didn't make sense, as he began to do. Their location was beginning to make more sense; it was a distinct possibility that they weren't really here.
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Looking for things that don't make sense, or seem out of place. +5 mind, rolled twice for Wary.
(1d20+5)[18]
(1d20+5)[18]
Odds of getting the same number twice in a row:
20/20 first roll * 1/20 second roll= 1/20 chance, or 5%.