Sunbeam Lair Wyvern

The ambassador led her colorful band further from the bay day by day. Week by week. They travel in a purposeful stride through unfamiliar territory. Strange lands Gossamer had only heard from the hushed slurry that came from the occasional stranger’s tongue.

Now look at them; thrust into stories these travelers told with such suddenness. The thread that weaved the five together was not the same that wove a typical nomad’s book. Misshapen in form, unfurled at its end. Their group was led down an uncertain path.

Some may find fear in this uncertainty. Some cower from the new. Gossamer was drawn to it with bated curiosity.

A gentle hum came from the gem-dancer’s throat as they fiddled with the flora of this cave. They'd been taking note of each herb they could see when a call from Reverie whisked through the air, taking them away from their study.

Gossamer was the last to arrive at the meeting. Hōkūlani looked to the golden woman with a glitter in her eyes, alongside Gemini, who surprisingly held a similar gaze. Hunst had all the stoicism they had come to find familiar in their journey.

They found their place amongst the others, tucking their tail neatly at their paws before giving their full attention to Reverie.