Kyne takes a deep breath of fresh alpine air as they hike through the autumnal forest. For a moment, it's as though he's back in Elentári. Hurosk is not the only one to hear the little voice from near their feet and the elf squats to inspect the source. It seems that this island has more than just the trees in common with his homeland.

"What have we here?" Kyne chuckles to himself, peering at the deceptive pair of leaves perched atop its mushroom - in truth the orange-brown wings of a tiny fairy. He's reminded of his dear, old friend Elian Failee, leader and spellweaver of the Emerald Sentinels. It had been many years since they walked the forest together. He could only hope that this fairy would be equally amiable.

"What can we do for you, little lady?"

Molly hears the strange rustling and funny voice, and eyes the area as well. "I saw that too... I do not think it is the mushroom, though... could there be sentient leaves on this island? No... those aren't leaves..." she says as she takes a small step back and eases into a ready stance.

With a giggle, Chanterelle rights herself and flaps her wings once more, sounding like rustling leaves. "It's what I can do for you! I saw you fall from the sky over there," she points, "must be hard to travel without wings. Have you come for the flower? We're most excited!" She claps her hands and nods as if the answer were obvious.

Kyne grins and settles down on the ground, making himself more comfortable besides the fairy's mushroom seat.

"Well, first of all, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Kyne and these are Hurosk and Moltaris," he explains, gesturing to his two nearest companions. "The burly one over there is Dworic, the stunning young lady in the red dress is Shallan and my those are my kin, Lyreis and Seb'riel. What's your name and exactly what kind of flower is it that you're talking about?"

Chanterelle crosses her legs and tilts her head, examining the party. "Hm," she states. "An odd bunch." Then she gets up and takes a surprisingly elegant bow. "Chanterelle, I look forward to making your acquaintance. THE flower, of course. Do you need my help finding it? This favour will be fulfilled in the blink of an eye!" 

"Likewise, Chanterelle," Kyne replies, matching the fairy's etiquette. "What exactly is so special about THE flower?"

"the dragon, of course! The runes, the tale! What colour do you think it's going to be? I hope it's gold!" She hops off her mushroom perch and flies up to his face. "Come on now, we don't want to miss it!" She looks over the party. "Most of you won't live to see another, ha!"

Kyne shrugs and looks back his friends.

"Follow the fairy, I guess?" He laughs, gesturing to Chanterelle.

"What... what is she talking about?" says Shallan to Kyne in low voice "Is there an actual dragon here??" 

Far from scared she seems pretty excited by the idea. 

"I'm not entirely sure," Kyne replies with a warm laugh, "but she certainly seems excited. Um, Chanterelle? Perhaps you could tell my friends the tale of the dragon, the flower and the runes?"

     "You better not be leading us to some dragon that can eat us." Hurosk eyes the fairy suspiciously. 

     "She's probably working for this dragon you know," he whispers off to the side to Moltaris. "Cute little thing trying to catch us off guard. Keep an eye out for anything funny."

Molly's lip curls at the bad omen from the fairy, and she nods wordlessly to Hurosk.

"The prophecy, of course you know it. Well, what there is to know, I mean. Hopefully the flowers will tell us more! Don't worry, they don't eat anyone. At least I don't think so." She stops to think about this. "At any rate, be on your best behaviour in our garden. I don't want my guests to make me look bad!" With that, she starts leading them through the woods.

The fairy guides the party across the forest, flying with her autumn leaves wings in front of them. They notice that the trees eventually change from the pines near the coast to oaks and birches. The ground of the forest is covered not only of leaves but also on archons. 

All of a sudden there is a change in the air, like if they had crossed a veiled curtain and the light is, somehow, brighter, and the air is fresher. The colors seem to be brighter, and the smells of the dirt and the flowers that cover now the ground fill their noses. A large field of lavanda leads to a group of big oak trees surrounding a small hill. A river crosses it in the center. It's like if the world has become a little bit more consistent, a little bit more... real. 

A group of fairies come flying towards them, they carry small spears and bows but they do not point towards them. Instead they talk with their guide. After a few words they fly aside so they can continue their way. 

Across the lavanda field they can see big bees flying and buzzing around, apparently trying to capitalize the last remnants of the good weather before the autumn sets entirely in the valley.

Chanterelle guides them across the oak border and under the canopy of the trees the temperature drops a little bit. They see now, carved in the bark of the trees, inside big mushrooms that sprout all around and in the lower branches of the trees a community of faires. Some of them greet them while the walk into the village and fly towards them. With wings of butterflies or like little insects, dressing in greens and browns and oranges, they start asking them their names and what are they doing there, even if they were flying in that thing that fell from the sky. Soon the cacophony of voices is louder that their own voices trying to answer the little fairies that fly all around them. 

- Ok Ok it's enough - says an elder voice and the fairies shut up almost immediately - You are going to drive them mad... - says the older voice. An elder gnome approaches them, dressed in a simple green tunic, walking with the aid of a quarterstaff made of gnarled oak wood. They gnome is old, even for the standards of the race, almost bald, with grey long hair still hanging from the back of his head towards his shoulders. He is slim, and his hands and face look as gnarled as his quarterstaff. He wears a pair of eye lenses bind together by a slim piece of metal. He looks at them with deep green eyes. 

- Welcome welcome. Please forgive them. We don't use to have visitors. In fact, no one has come to our little island in the last two hundred yea... hhmm? - a fairy flies to his left ear and says something to him. - Oooh... hmm really?  who would had said... thank you dear - he turns towards them - three.. three hundred years it seems... times flies hehehe. But please please come in, come, sit with us. I am afraid that we are not used to have visitors so... tall... hehehe, but we can sit at the clearing before the garden... come come... - 

He turns and start walking towards the place he has talked about. Now, not only Chanterelle but the rest of the fairies motion them to follow the gnome. As they walk they notice that there are also fairies with no wings, walking merrily alongside them. Also there are a number of small critters, mice, a couple of rabbits, and numerous birds that go with them. 

A few yards away from the center of the village the trees open again and form a circular border, leaving the top of the hill covered with tall green grass. To their right they could see a path that leads towards the top of the hill. Even farther to the  right they can see, perfectly blended with the grass of the hill, the small porch of a house that has to be inside the hill. Only the wooden door, a circular window to it's side  and the small porch covered by the grass in the upper side. The river can be heard falling from a small jump and running across the rocks downhill. 

The very top of the hill, still a few hundred feet in diameter and they cannot see it fully,  is surrounded by a tall wall of plants as high as a tree and they cannot see the interior of it, but the path leads towards an opening on it. The plant wall is full of flowers and the big bees buzz here as busy as they had seem them in the lavanda field. 

The gnome goes to their left towards a couple of stumps near the trees and a long fallen tree and motion them to sit there.

They all feel one thing as soon as they step out of the shadow of the trees. Their magic is gone. As if it never existed. Kyne feels weird, Dworic has to make an extra effort to move his armor, as the dragonshard fuels it and helps him with that, and Seb'riel feels a little bit dizzy.

- Please please sit... Can I offer something to drink? A tea perhaps?? - offers the gnome. 

Dworic hears the tiny voice coming from the mushroom and remarks toward Hurosk, "Y'know it woul'n't be da firs' tayme dat da leaves star'ed to talk to may."
As Kyne introduces the group Dworic bends down a bit a gives a wave, "Not often ay meet folk much smaller than me."
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They trek their way through the forest as the adrenaline from the previous fight fades, he notices the weight of his armor with every heavy step. He swats away some gnats and mosquitos flying around him, "Man dis sure is a walk. Ay can still feel the bruisin' on me ribs from that flyin' chicken. Y'know i much prefer the bustle from da city or caves even, then the pests flyin' in deez parts."
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As they meet the elder and pass through the area of dead magic, he feels even greater the strain on his body to move the armor, "Bloody hell, what'd ay make this out of, lead?" He quickly turns to the bald gnome and asks, "Water is fine, Ale would be better, but what da deal with dis spot? Why are all my baybies dead in here?"

Chanterelle chats with a few others fairies, then comes forward and curtseys formally. "Thank you for receiving us, Glelthoorn. These are my guests, they've come to see the flower."

The gnome looks at Dworic as if he was trying to figure out what he is talking about, but Chanterelle comes to his rescue.

"Your.. babies?... hmmm hmmm... Eh? Oh but of course Chanterelle of course. Ale? We don't have ale don't we?" he asks to another fairy who shakes his head "Oh! But we do have wine... " some Fairies are already bringing small cups, not fairy size except for Chanterelle, but gnome size. They fill it with a red wine. "Have they come to see the flowers? But of course of course....The Dragon Flowers... the topic I have committed my life to study you know? " 

Dworic takes a sip of the wine, This is pretty good stuff, "Thank ye fer da drink, but I ain't no alchemist, what's this 'bout Dragon Flowers? Are dey wha's sappin' da magic?"

Kyne is hit by a wave dizziness as they enter the clearing outside the garden and sways abruptly, reaching out to steady himself on Shallan's shoulder.

"So that's what almost crashed the Mist Eagle," he notes with a nervous laugh, shaking his head to try and dispel the sensation of vertigo. "Magic is in my blood, Glelthoorn. It's part of who I am," the elf explains as he accepts his cup of wine. "Tell me, what makes these Dragon Flowers so precious that they warrant such powerful protection?"

The wine is surprisingly strong and they feel how it starts to go into their heads. 

"Protection? Hmm.. oh oh... no my good boy it's not something intended... they are precious plants indeed, unique in whole Eberron... yes yes... unique... and I haven't been able to determine if the lack of magic is because of them, or they are because of the lack of magic if you follow me... I am sorry... I should have warned you... I an so used to it that I forgot anout it... yes.. forgot hehe... what I was saying.. oh yes.. unique... yes yes... they are part of the Dragon Prophecy you see... "