She...she could have—oh my god. Amane was mortified. She genuinely hadn't thought about being able to teleport back — it was a skill that she'd learnt just recently, along with her newfound ability to talk to spirits, and thus her first instinct when she found herself lost was to wander around until she somehow found her way back, not to open a giant portal back to the city. Really, the only reason she had thought of it in the first place was because of Dempsey; she'd wanted to impress her, and so had spent time mentally searching for ways in which she could be of use to the other woman. But now — she could have been back by now. More importantly, she didn't have to drag Demps all the way to the middle of Norforva in vain. Not that she wasn't glad to have Dempsey's company, because she was, but—! Though she was gazing in Dempsey's general direction, Amane knew, distantly, that her eyes were probably too unfocused to be really 'looking' at anything, filled with abject horror. Her face felt flushed, and she didn't think she'd ever been so embarrassed in her life. Such an absolutely
stupid mistake, and in front of someone she admired, no less!
If she could, she would have crawled into a hole — she would even have settled for fading into that shadowed corner that she had pointed out as a suitable camping location. But Dempsey pinned her with a look, leaning forward with the expression of a cat that got the cream, all the more feline when paired together with her felis features, grinning mischievously.
"I...forgot about it," she answered weakly, taking a step back, blushing all the more furiously.
"I swear!" It was a weak excuse and she knew it, but unfortunately for Amane it was also the truth.
"We can still go for drinks," she quickly added, a little desperate to change the subject.
"It's the perfect time for dinner, or a bar."
Raising her hands, Amane almost stumbled over her spell, but with something to focus on she quickly got a hold of her own embarrassment. It took a few minutes — her Astramancy barely had any points to it; she could use the spell, but the cast time was ridiculous, and it practically drained her energy bar dry — but she managed to strike up a deal with the spirits in the end, the air shimmering in front of the two players to form a glowing rectangle.
"After you," she gave a mock bow, remnants of red still staining her cheeks. Regardless of whether Dempsey accepted the invitation to go first, Amane would step through the portal, the world flaring white, before coalescing into the sights and smells of Stokbon, its lively atmosphere a stark contrast to the deadened fields of Norforva.
"What do you want to do now?" She'll ask Dempsey, turning to face her companion.
OOC: @Dempsey Fabijain