The opal dragoness Glazedfire circled in her normal search pattern over the Southern Cluster, a series of islands circling the South pole of Panthran. A shiver went through her and she turned invariably to the source of strange magic. It wasn't the Rift magic that she and her fellow Panthranian travelers used but some alien travel magic. She pinpointed the source on one of the islands, then opened a small Rift to bring her as quickly as possible to the Explorer base, a shadowing team would be required.

Our arrival has not gone unnoticed, observed a young mercury zthlee dragon having sensed the presence of the opal before she disappeared through her rift. His half-elf partner smiled. "I figured as much, Panthranians are known to be cautious of their status as a crossroad world," Antharon commented as he looked around the island. "Keep as alert as you can Fëanor; our next observers will try their best to keep us from noticing them." I'll enjoy the challenge then. With that the zthlee moved to explore the beach and finding a nice spot stretched out for sunning.

Anth did some exploration himself moving inland and finding a nice clearing he stopped, closing his eyes and using his socerer's senses to map out the island in his mind. "We couldn't have chosen a better place my friend," he said rejoining his dragon. "There's a nice clearing to establish a herd of some food for you and lots of trees with fruit edible for me."

The seas of Panthran also provide quite well, stated a quiet but musical voice. Fëanor stood quickly and hissed as the large multicolored, feather maned and winged dragoness appeared. There's really no need of that, Fëanor is it?

to be continued