Cymbel followed the pumpkin fields as far as he could, until he reached what appeared to be large trees with houses in them. On the way he had run into the largest daisies and violets he had ever seen, and nearly ran head-on into an enormous gladiolus. The whimsical nature of the surroundings were the work of fey alright, and soon he was at the base of the bustling settlement inhabited by flying pixies. Glowing carved pumpkins with faces dangled as lanterns giving an equally morbid and silly atmosphere. One of the small fairies passed by him and asked what business did he have here, and he gave a short explanation. 

"Hmm, the only new face around these parts is that girl we found lying on the ground next to the pumpkins. We had to move her off to pick the ones growing underneath her. She should've been dropped off in one of the spare rooms up above, here I'll show you!" 

As the fairy began to fly up, it turned around as if to ask why he wasn't following. When it realized the problem, it sprinkled some sparkling powder onto his head, making him sneeze. At once he began to levitate off the ground and began to swim through the air as he tried to keep up with the smaller fey. When the bridges between houses were in view, they landed and it led him up the spiraling steps around the tree trunk. After several more flights of stairs, the fairy piped up: "We're almost there! I promise!" Winded and out of breath, Cymbel merely nodded. When they were scaling the last flight of stairs, there was a bit of a commotion up ahead. 

"You can't go now! You just woke up!" A high-pitched voice argued. "Yeah, didn't you see the nasty bump you took to the head?" A second one chimed. "We're not letting you pass, so stay put! Don't make us use the fairy dust on you!" They turned as Cymbel and the other pixie he had come with arrived. "Another visitor? There sure are a lot of new faces today. Is it tourist season already?" One of the two fairies asked.

"Hey listen, this is the girl you were looking for right? Pale skin and white hair, just like you said." The pixie asked jabbing a finger in Vinsue's direction. It hovered up and down like an agitated butterfly. "Yes, that's her. Thank you for your help." Going over to Vinsue he asked her. "Are you alright? How did you get here?"

seeing her friend she was relieved. he was safe and here. she lost the will to fight her way to him and was a bit more seductive to reasoning now that she new he was safe. "She needs to rest but she will be fine" one of the pixies stated. she was fine but they sent her back to the spare room. once she agreed to not run off and stay in the bed they left. 

"I heard your scream and ran to find you but i found a vine instead. I thought it may have taken you and noticed it leaned a certain way and went to find you. instead i tripped in the pumpkin garden and seames you found me." she then took her pack off her back and dug threw it. "I did run into a hydra like you thought i would but turns out as they die they leave a purple orb behind." she than handed it to him. "and The dream was right there was a dragon skeleton with this weird golden egg inside of it." She left the egg where it was in the bag. 

her belly rumbled and she held it. she was hungry but she was not one to ask for food and she could not hunt.

"Right…about the vine… So I found these strange beans while I was waiting, and I decided to plant them. As soon as I poured a bit of water over the first one…well you probably can guess what happened." he looked away embarrassed. The experience had scared him out of his mind, and he was still shaky from it. As he listened to what Vinsue encountered on her way up the mountain, the mention of the hydra seemed unusual. "How strange. I've never heard of them leaving behind an orb before. Perhaps one of them likely swallowed it thinking it was food and it never digested? Have you learned what the orb does?" As she continued explaining what she had found up in the mountain, he was very surprised, to say the least. It seemed very strange how she had 'known' of the location of that treasure in a dream. He had heard of people seeing dreams that foretold disaster and other future events, but finding treasure? This was a first.

Perhaps this was an explanation on why dragons were infamous for being treasure hoarders, but wouldn't having an unavoidable sixth sense for finding valuable things be troublesome? From what he remembered from Vinsue's words in the jungle, she didn't exactly have any control over whether she decided to find something or not. "If you don't mind me asking, how do you feel about your…visions regarding treasure? Does it ever bother you?" 

"I do not know why there was an orb perhaps it was special but by what i can tail it most likely has something to do with poison. But i would prefer not to find out. sometimes ignorance is bliss." she then put it back in her bag. the vine bit did not bother her that much. actually she was surprised that he could find something so small that seemed quite dangerous. 

Then he asked about the treasure calling. she would not use visions for it rarely comes with visions. "Yes it is quite bothersome at times yet sometimes it has made me friends or helped me find something to do besides hunt, eat, and sleep." she said than took out the golden egg. "Some treasures call and give warnings or forsite others call and that is it. one even called me than cursed me and got me in trouble with the lord of demons. so yes sometimes it gets on my nervs."

The "egg" opened and started to to play a memory. not hers but the other dragons. It was on a treasure hunt when it found its mate both were red. him dark, her light with blue stripes. they were young and were having fun. once the memory was over it closed and she kept looking at it than looked up "Did you see that?"

Cymbel looked at the golden egg quizzically, examining it from where he stood. "It seems to be some kind of…recording device? I'm curious as to how it works. I've never seen anything quite like it before." There didn't seem to be any clues to infer about the inner workings of the egg judging from its outer appearance. Was there some kind of crystal or focus inside? "You did say you found it within the remains of a dragon…" He paused, not wanting to sound insensitive. "I'd assume those images were related to the previous owner. The craftsmanship is exceptional. I can see why anyone would consider this as a treasure."

From what Vinsue said relating to the internal drive to seek out treasures, her life was rather simple. He wondered if that was her way of finding excitement in her centuries of existence. He didn't remember dragons being the kind to live together in large groups, as wolves did. They were more solitary creatures in his mind. Perhaps being a beast which had the intellect and thought capability of a human made it difficult to find a place to fit in if there were no communities of their own kin nearby. As he was lost in his own thoughts, his normally lighthearted look of curiosity faded to a more serious and contemplative one. The subject hit a little too close to home for comfort.

The fact of the remains still made her sick and now the thought of its memories being in the egg was saddening. she put the egg back into her pack. it saddened her and she did not want to think about it.

Though her life may sound simple there was a lot more to it. she is often found in trouble or causing trouble at some places and had to watch her back for it. she noticed he was looking sad and put her hand on his shoulder. and offered a smile. "I may not be able to read your thoughts but I know something's up want to voice it?"

He looked up and was hesitant about it at first. The truth was, it was something he had wanted to ask her rather than something about himself. He and Vinsue had only known each other for less than a month. It didn't feel acceptable to ask about such personal things. In the end he shook his head. "No… Maybe some other time."

Do you ever feel lonely living by yourself? Are you ever lonely without any other dragons around you often–without any siblings or family? Have you ever felt you had a place in society? 

This and many more questions drifted through his mind, but he was too afraid to ask. He was too afraid to offend, to pry. He wasn't used to asserting his curiosity, something that his family's austere and constrictive influence had stamped into him for years. He still found himself paying attention to every movement and expression others made, worrying about giving the wrong response. It was hard. In an effort to lessen his concern, he smiled to show that he was fine. Overhearing the chattering of some of the pixies reminded him that his glamour spell had worn off, and he reapplied it; assuming his half-elf disguise again. When had the effects ended? He couldn't recall, but it he had it active now. "Do you still feel anything calling to you? If not, then let's return to the mainland. I hope that captain'll come back to give us a ride across."

he assured her that he was fine and tried to look it but she knew he was hiding something. though she did not pry she was curious. she watched as he reapplied his glamour. "The call is gone. but i thought you wanted to see this place. and these people?" she asked as she remembered they came so he could see the Island.

after she answered one of the fray stepped into the room. a female at that. she looked at Cymbel. "She can't leave tell after that note on her head goes away and the healers think she will be ok." she said. the last thing Vinsue wanted was to stay there and she also did not want to be there alone for days. she looked at Cymbel. 

Oh right… That was the whole reason why he had asked her to come with him in the first place. Cymbel couldn't help but feel embarrassed at how easily he had been distracted this entire time. He let himself get carried away with his emotions again, and forgot what he had intended to do. Sheepishly he lowered his head. "Right… It completely slipped my mind. I apologize." Turning to the other fairies he asked, "Would it be alright for her to walk around and do a little sightseeing in the area? We won't stray too far from the trees, I promise." He wasn't sure if they would allow it, but he certainly hoped they would. His companion didn't seem like the type to sit contentedly indoors, like himself. Beasts did not like to be caged, both literally and figuratively. Often they would become restless and anxious as he once saw in a noble's prized direwolf who had spent more hours being groomed and pampered by servants than running free in the gardens. 

So far he had seen mostly smaller fey like pixies and fairies here. He had yet to see any of his size, and was looking forward to meeting them. The fair folk tended to be rather insular, forming close communities with similar values which resided in places where magic was strong and where nature's beauty was at its peak. This was why you often found them in forests and other enchanted places. Most of the fey which showed themselves in towns and cities were the smaller kind, as they were more adaptable and likely to find their own niches in the routines of civilian life. Shops, kitchens, warehouses, artisan guilds, and other places where people tended to gather together were prime locations to find a small brownie or pixie. Very rarely did they inhabit places like military garrisons, prisons, and barracks. Those places weren't very safe or comfortable.

Looking out the windows he watched the fairies at their work, picking and delivering pumpkins while turning them into lanterns. The carved gourds went by many names: jack o' lanterns, pumpkin lanterns, grinning jacks, ghost lamps, and spirit lanterns. The flames they held were magical, bright but cold to the touch. They did not burn like normal flames, and placing a few of them together could give the room an eerie chill. On the positive side, they never caused fires. Cymbel had seen them before, but only during Venti back home. Following tradition was a serious thing in Feeorin, and even though the festivals weren't being held for actual enjoyment it was expected that you play your part in preparing for the occasion. Unfortunately said festivals were also when the most victims were claimed by the fairy rings in the moonlit night. 

the fairies looked at one another. "Fine just keep an eye on her. if she gets dizzy or faints bring her back." she said. they then left the room leaving the two to themselves. "No need to apologize. im just glad to be able to leave the room." She said as she got up. She also put on her pack not wanting to leave it to where others could get in it. "So where to first?" she asked. 

She was ready to walk around but she got a bit dizzy and sat down. that was not good. than she remembered a healing spell a friend had taught her. she whispered the words and closed her eyes so that she could focus on the note. once she opened her eyes and felt the aria it was back to normal. she again got up and walked to the door. the place was fascinating to her. the eerie light of the pumpkins on the bridges cault her eye and she intended on investigating. she picked up one that was outside the door and held it at her face level. the funny grin and eyes turned away from her. she was attempting to get him to laugh.