Creatures Caves

Ophelia came out of the underbrush at the brink of the tree line and nearly fell into a sandy hollow. Zefful, who was still riding on her back, muttered in Ophelia's ear, "Watch where you're going!"

Ophelia murmured a quick "Sorry." to the green-cloaked dwarf and took in the details of the clearing. The Moon Dragoness noticed Oasis down there talking with an elderly Dragon that seemed to be both worried and annoyed. Many other Dragons of various crossbreeds were watching the Dragon Elder talk to Ophelia's new friend.

There were dens around the clearing; There was a hollowed out trunk of a redwood tree that looked just large enough to hold young Dragons, a big thicket of giant braken that seemed to lead somewhere, a group of nestings in the bushes, and a small cave that was nearly hidden by lichen.

On the other side of the hollow was a rock; one of the biggest Ophelia had ever seen. From the angle she was at, the Moon Dragoness thought it looked as though it were touching the sky. There was a cave in there that must've belonged to whoever led the tribe.

I should make my entrance into the hollow look presentable, Ophelia thought. But I'm not sure how. It'd be idiotic of me to send Zefful down there to ask Oasis how to do it.

And then it hit her.

Ophelia opened her right hand to reveal her palm to the sky. She closed her blue eyes and whispered in a voice softer than a harp's strings, "Let there be stars."

Almost instantly, Ophelia felt the energy and power course through her veins. She watched as a beam of violet light touched the clouds. Time seemed to be playing before everyone's eyes. Astonished cries and gasps sounded from the clearing. They saw the sun speed down past the mountains in the far distance and the moon to rise. In a matter of moments, it was midnight, and a shaft of moonlight was in the center of the clearing.

"Hey, what're you doing?!" Zefful growled as Ophelia opened her wings and took to the air. She felt as though she were soaring through the stars. Her rare aquatic tail tip swished, sending some of the late-autumn leaves that were still falling to twirl in a frenzy.

Zefful, on the other hand, wasn't having a good time. The poor dwarf had one hand hanging on to his hat and the other clinging to Ophelia for dear life. Seeing that her rider was anxious, Ophelia slowed down.

She then got over the moon, casting a Dragon-shaped shadow on the clearing. As though descending from the starlit heavens, the Moon Dragoness gently landed in the center of the moonbeam. Her wings sparkles, casting colored lights around the whole hollow.

Then, all of a sudden, Ophelia heard a gasp. A small Dragon walked up to her and said, "She came from the stars!" Amazed murmurs and shouts sounded around Ophelia. After a moment, there was silence. Ophelia bowed her head and neck as she saw at least five dozen eyes staring at her.

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