[Neria thinks she has it bad with her magics not behaving entirely how they're meant to. She can be wandering along in what would normally be a fairly quiet and peaceful evening despite perhaps not having a damn clue where or when she is. When suddenly a clap of purple lightning breaks the silence, flashing through the dark sky to strike something almost dangerously close. There is a moment of silence that rings almost supernaturally still before a certain frazzled and singed looking mage comes staggering away from nearby in almost a comically cartoon fashion. His normally perfectly coifed hair is sticking out in all directions and there may or may not be a little bit of steam rising up from places. Dorian himself is a little shaky on his feet but otherwise seems unharmed. He leans a little heavily on a nearby tree to try and get his bearings.]
II. Wildcard - Because this is Dorian