Under the watchful steering of her captain, the ungainly, hulking mass of the 'Precious', an airliner airship, moved carefully to dock against the massive metal-and-wood spire that was the airship port's mooring tower #2. With a few solid 'clank!' sounds, the 'Precious' was now secure, and her cargo doors opened into the receiving dock underneath her, already disgorging her passengers and cargo.<br/><br/>Part of the mob that ensued from her troop deck, were two individuals. One was a neophyte Summoner, known as Jasper Castellan. That fact, by itself, would not cause much concern, but Jasper's race certainly caused a stir. For Jasper, was a fine example of a member of the Mithra race. A male example. The other was his guardian, a young Kyrie warrior known as Kevrastharin.<br/><br/>"Umm, I think we are in the wrong town. This does not look like Idalbo City.." the Mithra boy said, looking down down the observation windows on the side of the mooring tower. "Be careful, young master. We are very high up still. Very few could survive such a fall.." Kevra said, glancing over at a few starry-eyed girls that had noticed Jasper's race. Their eyes went wide for a moment, then they scurried along.<br/><br/>"Uhh, sure." Jasper mumbled some, still entranced by the beauty of the city below, and the majestic silhouette of the famed Aerie, towering over it all, even the Airport.