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11/13/10(Sat)02:30 No. 21182659 Enough with the hemming and hawing; I'm going to post what little more I have written, and make do. Feedback is desperately needed. I'm beginning to run out of steam. ------ "Walk," as it turned out, was something of an understatement. While nowhere near the amount of time it would have taken to cross the Egg Ayrie on foot, the tunnel that lead to the Belly was itself fairly long-leading Mane and Geode up stairs and down corridors, guided by a faint, warm breeze. With every minute it grew slightly stronger, accosted by the faint pings and clanks of metal. With a final few footsteps, Mane crested the top of the last staircase, looking into a scene painted brightly red. A brief hundred feet below, lava bubbled and steamed; for hundreds of feet in the air, ledges and catwalks rose, hollows filled with workshops and the air filled with a mighty clangor. Mane gaped, gazing up into the distance far above, as one or two dragons winged their way toward the Gullet. Geode folded his arms behind his head in satisfaction as he looked up to the faint glimmer of daylight high above, before tapping Mane on the shoulder. When she closed her mouth and turned, he waved her over and began walking. "C'mon. There's someone I want you to meet. Just a few levels up, I promise." Though, as promised, it was only a "few" levels up, Mane was beginning to slow when Geode stopped before a thick, worn wooden door. The dragonet rose on tiptoes to grab the knocker, and struck it three times, before dropping back to his feet. With a quiet buzz, the door swung open, and a voice from inside echoed-"Come in, come in! I'd come myself, but there's an important part I can't find, and if I can't find it, I'll have to make it!" Geode chuckled and scampered in, Mane following, dubiously, at a slow trot.