After a time, a shape begins to form on the horizon; it is a sort of low dome with a shimmering aura of desert heat that sometimes flashes bronze in the harsh light. This building is no mirage, though the thought was in the back of your mind when you first saw it. The building remains on the horizon for a time, the sides slowly becoming more visible, showing themselves to be comprised of a brown substance slightly darker than the sand found in its shadow. They seem to be completely unmarked, undecorated, and there is no evidence of individual stones. It soon becomes apparent that the entire building is round, capped by the metallic dome, also uniformly featured. An unusual, yet simple design slightly reminiscent of a barrow or some earthen cathedralÖ you cannot quite decide if it is beautiful or foreboding.
As you and your friend draw up to it, you can see that there is a single opening. It is plain, yet seemingly as strong as the stone surrounding it. No marking adorns the stark surface, no means of telling what lies within. The DragonSpeaker knocks once, a single solemn proclamation of your presence. She does not speak, but seems to be at ease, even here. A rustling, shuffling sound answers after a moment, and the door swings slowly inward, revealing nothing more than a yawning black maw.
The two of you enter the darkness to meet the keeper of this strange, remote domain.
ďI prepared a bit of nourishment when I saw you from afar,Ē AvraŽl remarked pleasantly while settling himself near the table. You and the DragonSpeaker follow his example and seat yourselves as well, with the appropriate thanks. As you munch on a particularly tasty bit of mango or something like it, the Flion explains some of the history of this odd place. The DragonSpeaker could have told you, but she did not want to rob AvraŽl of the pleasure of telling the tale.
ďYou are now quite a ways underground in one of the upper chambers of the Temple of the Forgotten Earth,Ē he begins, ďThis place is sacred ground set aside for the worship and protection of the spirits of the earth. In return for the gifts and prayers of those who care for the earth, you will be given good luck and occasional small gifts.Ē He eyed the remaining fruit approvingly, ďThis fruit is one of the gifts I received in thanks for my devotion to the Temple. These things are not given lightly, and they are best when shared among friends.Ē He sampled a bit of an apple. ďYou ought to be able to make it across the desert safely if you take some of this fruit along.Ē He wraps up what is left in a small bit of cloth and hands it to you. ďRemember the earth as you travel and the earth will remember you.Ē As the three of you proceed back along the chamber toward the surface, you cannot help but wonder what the rest of the underground Temple is like, but there is not enough time to explore it today. This thought in mind, you glance at the wall designs you had studied before. Another Flion, some sort of spirit creatureÖ that Flion looks a lot like AvraŽl. There are two people with him as well, and one of them is carrying somethingÖ The picture breaks off into a different story as realization sets in, and then you find yourself looking out into the desert again. AvraŽl follows you just outside of the Temple entrance to see you off. ďYou are welcome to return to this place whenever you wish. Perhaps one day you will make a pilgrimage to the deeper reaches, where the prayers to the earth are sometimes answered in strange and wondrous waysÖĒ The two of you bid farewell and set off in a new direction, each pondering the odd thoughts brought on by the visit to the strange desert cavern.
Life Mate: none
Breeding Mate: none
Horns: Two: Brow
Fur: Mane: Spikey
Coloration: Cream + Sky
Clutch: Special Clutch Three