Zak grins, happy to not think about flies for ten minutes, and opens her book. Instantly the swirling blue leaps out and hangs before them, and through it there's a scene of pleasant green fields and a road leading out of sight over a hill.
"Yarfell's just over the hill," she says happily. I remember it was a very pretty place...you all go in first, I want to make sure nothing happens to my book."
