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Shyriath's Little Trip (alternate) part 15

"It looks marvelous."  He mutters in awe.  "This is more like something out of a beautiful dream than something we should actually be able to reach."  Cira spies glimpses of buildings that seem to leap and flow across the ground.  Though static, their fluid lines imply living motion.  Though entranced he is cautious about this remarkable place.  There is a nagging fear at the back of his mind about the place.  But the smell of food greets him and his stomach joins the argument over whether to land or hide.

Cira sweeps around, temporarily deviating from his course to circle the city and examine it further.  Happy sounds, beautiful haunting music, and tasty smells rise from beneath the trees.  Occationally he sees what are probably paths or roads.  "I am a bit reluctant to be flying away to hide in the mountains from a dragon city.  A human that's understand able, but a dragon one..."  He sighs and continues, putting his nose toward the mountains.  Leaving the city behind puts a melancholy cast on his attitude.

The mountains rise slowly before them with rich red browns and dark grays.  Most of the colors are silvery and pale in the moon's light.  Even the high places seem to be rich with life.  Streams splash the color green where they tumble down from cliffs and slides.  Various plants making their home there on broken rocks.  The two dragons scan for somewhere to sleep as a light rain begins to drizzle.