Quite a lovely day, it was.
You couldn't always count on Dragonspire to be lovely, especially at this time of year. The clouds liked to gather near the peak of the tall mountain, and even in early autumn, they had been known to dust snow on the ground. Today, though, the weather looked like it was cooperating. Gold touched the edges of the deducious trees, and a deliciously sweet breeze ruffled the pines. October was young and gentle. And it had teased him out of his home to walk among the forest this lovely morning.
The dragon Seamus, of the Family of Pearlback, breathed the delicate autumn air and cawed, pleased. The crest of yellow feathers on his head rose and fell slowly. After all that he'd been through as of late, today looked like it was going to be an easygoing, simple day. His nephew Blythe--or Blinky, as they called the chick--was out playing with his human friends, one mister Alexander Phoenix and his cohorts. Well--"playing" might not be the word. Apparently, old Saradeana Falconer down on the other side of the mountain had her students running errands for her again, and there was something involving the translator candelabra and magic flames and--well, gods only knew what went through Saradeana's head. That woman was the most stubborn human he knew. And that was saying something...
Oh dear. Something teased in the back of Seamus' mind. The tall white dragon stopped. His left front foot fell on top of a stone. They'd never caught the wyrm. He knew there was something he'd forgotten. The wyrm the Agents had brought to Sidhe was still loose. And wyrms, as everyone knew, dug wyrmholes... and when you had a wyrm running rampant creating wyrmholes, going from one dimension to another, spontaneously linking together universes that were never meant to be linked...
Seamus' throat clicked angrily. "Blast it all," he said. "I really should go looking for that little creature. Goodness knows what will happen if it leaves a hole to some random universe open, and someone wanders in..."