From here.
There were several seconds of uncertainty and sand; mostly sand, as far as Witness could tell, getting in the eyeholes of her mask and making her wish she had some sort of umbrella. First the sand was moving around her, and then she was moving through the sand, until it vanished entirely and she could see again, somewhat. She shook her head violently to clear her eyes.
First she became aware of a crushing heat, intense enough to make her gasp and struggle to escape from her coat, internally cursing Violet's lack of warning. The sunlight wasn't nearly as bright as her peek through the--portal? It seemed the most appropriate term, for the moment--had led her to believe, and the only dust within sight was that which clung to her fur. As a matter of fact, most of what she could see was trees. Trees and assorted other greenery.
"Are we in Roraldi?" She hadn't actually looked around to see if Violet had followed, but assuming she was telling the truth, it would be very unwise to abandon her sole ally in a distant part of the world. The only reason to do that would be some sort of grudge against Witness, and she hadn't published anything inflammatory lately, so she couldn't imagine that was it.
"No," said the Nonaga's voice from behind her. "We are in Wilt'no, in the far past. Too far to be easily traced. It was necessary to continue my mission without interruption."
"We--" If she'd been able, Witness would have gaped. Skepticism, however, quickly reasserted itself. "I can see how we might have gotten out of Aldrect, maybe all the way up to Roraldi. I've known people who could do that sort of thing. But time travel? That's absurd."
Violet laughed. "Believe what you will. Our visit to the far past will be brief. It was only needed to throw my pursuers off our scent."