(((Huh, somehow I missed my email notification about this...)))<br/><br/>"I'd put that down, if I were you," Wieland cautioned to Vyandra, as the paper quickly ignited in to a thousand coloured flame. Ash fell to the desk, three tidy piles. Producing a fan from his desk, Wieland brushed away the ash, leaving only the tether, each one unique to their Dreamwalker.<br/><br/>He turned to Adrian, a look on his face. "He is King Oberon, and while you are in his kingdom, he shall be addressed as such. It is proper protocol he wishes to be obeyed. He demands very little of us other than that show of respect, so he holds it on a high pedestal."<br/><br/>Moving around the desk, he allowed the three to examine their tethers. "Keep them with you at all time, or else they may not work properly."<br/><br/>The room was suddenly gone, having fallen out around them, to reveal a wide, grassy expanse, closed in on three sides by natural cliffs, and on the fourth by a huge, greased gate. In the center of the enclosure sat a very large, vaguely blimp shaped vehicle, enough to carry more than the four of them, but not so huge like the blimps of Earth's heyday. A boarding ramp extended below the ship's belly, with a small, ferret like creature standing waiting for them.<br/><br/>Nodding to the creature, Wieland signaled for the takeoff to begin as soon as they were on the ramp, and on smooth hinges the ramp closed, lifting them in to the storage compartments of the ship. More ferrets scurried around, working on various machinery or moving crates of various shape.<br/><br/>"They are Forestlings, they hate it when people call them Ferrets," Wieland commented, leading the three through the ship to the bridge, where the captain, another Forestling, piloted at an old 18th century ship's wheel.<br/><br/>"Captain Farglider, I trust the skies are easy sailing today?"