Cauldron Festival

[Anastasia]

Meanwhile you feel Yegola form, appearing within Kesse. He lingers but a moment, before taking to the air and flying onward.

He fought well. Are you coming home now or do you have more business to do? Amaryl's voice now.

[Corwin]

I'm trying to prepare as much as possible, Seira responds to Amaryl. I was thinking of making a visit to our dragon neighbors unless you needed me back?

[Anastasia]

Not urgently, my love.

[Corwin]

Smiling happily, Seira transports herself and Oraga towards their next destination!

[Anastasia]

As you go, "Will they be hostile?" Oraga asks.

[Corwin]

"I don't see a reason for it," Seira responds. "We haven't parted on bad terms or anything of the sort."

[Anastasia]

Within the Astral you appear, the presence of the dragons around you. You feel them, distant and yet here as you appear and...

Go ahead.

[Corwin]

"It's been some time, hasn't it?" Seira asks, floating in the Silver Sea.

[Anastasia]

"You've grown, Seira." The voices echo around you, many speaking at once. "You've taken what you wanted and grown strong."

[Corwin]

That's how it's going to be, is it? It takes a simple act of mental flexibility to adjust her voice as she responds. "I've worked hard and then spent the time to consolidate my gains. But I can't be resting on my laurels forever, and so I've begun to act again. As I go, I don't intend to forget anyone, be they allies or enemies of mine."

[Anastasia]

"You will not," The dragons agree, "Our agreements have been profitable. Continue."

[Corwin]

"It is of interest to us all that Io has started moving again behind the scene," Seira notes calmly. "I was wondering whether you had any insights into this matter.

[Anastasia]

"The Perfect One returns?"

"I have felt it."

"Io returns. Prophecies and omens must follow. A time of reckoning and change has come for dragon kind. Nothing else could come with his return."

"Does he come for Baleruk, or is Baleruk his minion?"

"This bodes many things for the future."

Voices all speak at once, overlapping, yet easily sorted to your divine hearing.

[Corwin]

"I'm trying to make contact, but one thing I would appreciate learning of is the past. Why did he leave, and under which circumstance? Why have you settled here on Astral, and was it related?"

[Anastasia]

A pause, silence amid them all.

At last one speaks, a voice old and creaky as forgotten leather.

"Io left because it is said he could not grow more perfect as he was here, or so I have read in forbidden lore."