"They will be once we set off. Ten more minutes and I was leaving without you, Wieland," the small ferret-like creature commented in a surprisingly deep voice. He wore a suit of mix-matched leather strips stitched to metal plating.<br/><br/>The small Captain ignored Adrian.<br/><br/>"Yes, well you know how it is with new Dreamwalkers, Farglider. It was all I could do to get them here<em>today</em>."<br/><br/>The captain huffed. "That may be so, but I still have crate to ship back to the city, and I can't wait around all day, Kings orders be damned." The little Forestling obviously had quite the independent streak.<br/><br/>"Well, we're here now, let's be off," Wieland said at length, gauging the Captain, who simply turned back to his wheel, yanking on a lever before a horrible screeching assaulted their senses as the lumbering ship lifted off, the walls and ground slowly falling out from under them as the ship began its easy voyage to the city, the magnificent towers<em>just</em>visible on the horizon.<br/><br/>Turning to his three charges, Wieland watched as they surveyed the magnificent landscape before them: the Fire Woods and their burning leaves to the East surrounding the milky white Alabaster Mountains; the grain sea gently rolling in to the horizon to the West, farms and hamlets dotting the otherwise unbroken wash of yellow; the countless fantastical airships shipping cargo to the very edges of the Dreaming under Oberon's domain.<br/><br/>"This is what we call Oberon's Lap. It's the immediate area around the royal city. Beyond it, lies more rugged areas, and other petty kingdoms. It is hard to explain, so I'll simply say you'll see all in due course," Wieland explained when he gathered the attentions of the three Dreamwalkers.<br/><br/>"It'll take a few hours to get to the city, so I suggest we retire to our room, where I'll endure your incessant questions."