A lengthy trek to to Mystical Creatures isle, home to Tia’Malcara............
When you land, Tia’Malcara is there to greet you fondly, bowing her head in reverence, only to be startled as a hatchling runs headlong into her hind foot. The fireling circles her foot, ‘roaring’ at the larger Fire adolescent in pursuit. She shoos them away, and the pair go bouncing away excitedly.
“Never a moment's rest!” She chortles happily. “They grow up so quickly, though, so I enjoy this as long as I am able.”
You nod in agreement, they’re only so cute for so long. But you’re here on the matter of her concerningly brief invitation.
“Oh! Apologies. I would’ve written more, but the Hatchlings were trying to eat my pen. Well then, you’re here now so, please, walk with me.” She beckons, turning her great mass such that her wing shields you from the noon-day sun.
You ask her what was so important, that she’d summon you so suddenly, as you walk along beside her. The island is quite abuzz with activity. Caretakers and Dragons alike are hard at work erecting wooden stands and banners. Garlands of fire crystals are hung across the walkways. Lanterns are set up all along the ground, ready to be lit. It looks like preparation for a.. Festival, of sorts, but it is not quite ready.
The journey continues....
