:Avistan is what we call our continent; it stretches all the way north to the crown of the world, and south to the Inner Sea where Absalom is. The continent south of it is Garund, and to its east is Casmaron. We call the other continents Tian Xia, which touches Avistan at the crown of the world but is a long way by sea, and Arcadia, which is near where Azlant once was. Those are very distant, and I have never travelled to them; there are few mages powerful enough to take me.:

This continues to seem incredibly important and also wow that was hard to keep track of via Mindspeech, especially from someone who is clearly not herself a Mindspeaker and isn't entirely inexperienced at mental communication but is also not perfectly used to it. And who is certainly from somewhere very incredibly far away. 

:I think we must needs obtain paper and pen: he sends. :I confess I have not seen many maps of the whole continent -: 

Which is the point at which they are both interrupted by everything around them suddenly turning to plasma. 

Iomedae has reaction times so profoundly superhuman they're best explained by reference to prophecy and raises her extremely magical shield and drops her extremely magical visor and leaps and rolls in the direction that the blast would carry her and then casts Resist Energy(fire) because everything hasn't stopped being plasma.

There is nothing at all she can do for Starwind.

In which case she will find herself flung past the enormous not-weather-barrier over the Vale (which has already shattered by the point she would have hit it) and well into a wintry starry sky, and then gravity carries her down towards some snow-draped forest that the heat-blast hasn't yet melted. 

The trees are strange and twisted and some of them are slightly glowing and some are weirdly more animal-like than tree-like, but none of them attack her while in the process of cushioning her fall. 

- the entire horizon is still white-hot fire

And the Resist Fire is doing something for it but not, in fact, enough that she's not suffering ongoing burns, and at one point she tried breathing and that was a very serious mistake. She needs to get out of here. She grows angel wings and takes off, opening her eyes only once she's well up in the air, holding her breath, fixing the burns with a Lay On Hands.

And now she's high in the air above - 

- a vast wintry forest -

- and specifically the part of it which has just become a fiery mushroom cloud. The area affected by the fire looks like it's hitting at least a five-mile, maybe a ten-mile, diameter. 

Other than that, everything is quiet and dark. The stars are very clear above her head. No one else is trying to telepathically contact her. 

Well, that was terrible! Those poor people - it was a civilian camp, there were children in the distance -

The spell will not last long enough for her to fly ten miles but she can at least get out from the worst of it before she has to continue on foot, probably. She heals herself several more times along the way; it's definitely doing something that isn't just fire, to her, something that she'd say was more like poisoning but she's immune to poison.

She prays while she flies, and half-expects rescue from home at any time but - less and less, as time goes on.

Nothing else disastrous happens - but, also, nothing else good happens - before the point at which her spell runs out and she has to continue on foot. 

It's hard going on foot, once she has to land in the wilderness, though she's at least past the point where it most feels like she's being poisoned. But the snow is very deep, and the trees and undergrowth are very dense, and the local wildlife is magical and also clearly DEEPLY OPPOSED to her presence. There are invisible lions that are going to try to bite her. 

She is very apologetic to the invisible lions! This is their land not hers and she regrets the incursion and will be out of their way as soon as possible!

If they continue to try to bite her after that she'll stab them, though. Mercifully.

She will have to (Mercifully) stab a couple of invisible lions, and then the rest will back off and leave her alone. 

Eventually the sun rises. She is still in a snowy wilderness of bizarre twisted trees and other foliage. The area around her is very quiet and still. 

Does she get her spells back if she rests and prays?

Nope. There's nothing there. 

Tar-Baphon would absolutely do this if he could but she wouldn’t actually have guessed he could. Maybe it was a Wish.

Does this planet have civilization at all besides isolated magic villages she does not dare go near until she figures out what happened.

Well, worst case, Irori ascended without the Starstone.

This planet may or may not have civilization somewhere! She hasn't seen very much of it yet! 

...There are no signs of civilization near to where she started. There is mostly a lot of impenetrably dense forest, where the trees occasionally attempt to spray acid at her or fling tentacles after her or sing a mind-controlling siren song to summon her toward them. 

(The local wildlife is generally smart enough to have spread the word about keeping their distance from her.) 

She is not very susceptible to acid or tentacles and not at all to mind-controlling siren songs but she's not delighted at the prospect of eventually needing to sleep in this forest. The whole plane can't be hostile forest (it absolutely can).

Jisa tries, again, to raise the Gate. 

Hold it up in her mind, align herself with true north...her location on the skin of the world, and where was k’Treva relative to her… This direction, she tells the spell. This distance. She's pointing blindly, and it wouldn’t work at all if she hadn’t mastered the skill of building an un-scaffolded threshold. 

Here, she tells it, sticking an imaginary pin on an imaginary map. Here. 

–It lands.

The final step is usually effortless, the Gate-spell falling into a stable state, but this time is different.

Jisa feels the destination, and the cord of power that links her to it, but without an existing archway to scaffold it. She builds the threshold anyway, thread by agonizing thread -

- and the Gate snaps into alignment, draining from her reserves until her vision blacks out, twisting the fabric of the material plane around her and yanking it into new alignment. 

And Brightstar's bedroom is gone, replaced by twisted, denuded trees and endless snow.

And Brightstar steps across. 

Jisa can't feel his mind at all, anymore. 

- she looks across, at his anguished expression - 

- it's probably a terrible idea to step across with him but she really wants to - 

:Wait: Enara sends. 

:- how long can you hold the Gate?: 

Really not that much longer! And she's going to be more tired the longer it takes!

A pause. Reluctance in every word.

:Randi agrees you should go. It’s - a gamble, but…:

Enara doesn't finish the sentence.

:...They want you to wait for Need. Dara’s on her way with her.:

....Great. Okay. She's - waiting, then. 

:Chosen, you’d better be damned careful. If there’s any hint of danger, you won’t fight. You’ll run. Promise me that: 

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh. 

:I promise.: