Following the little yellow spark up the path, you come to a overhanging of willow wisps, covering a large cave mouth. The yellow spark ducks between the green ribbons, lingering just behind them, waiting for you. You brush them aside and enter.
The cave walls are lined with many pictures of Dragons. All colors, all elemental types, all tempers. They seem to watch and beguile you. You come to another set of curtains, this one made of various types of beads, all colors of the rainbow. Stepping beyond, you see before you a lavender and silver Air Dragon, lounging on a bed of feathers and moss. She nods to you and speaks:
"Greetings. I am Prysm Dragondancer. I am glad you chose to follow my Fairy Dragon to visit me. I have much to show you. Look around, the Presence is strong here in my erie. Would you like some golden Skymead to refresh yourself after your climb?"
You accept gratefully.
"I only warn you this: do not bother my brother, who dwells below, he can be very touchy," Prysm adds softly.
You nod, a bit perplexed by the odd waver in her tone. But you continue looking at the paintings. They seem to tell a single story all together...
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Colored Intermediate
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