Harken, what form awaits across the sunrise's pink horizon? Purple clouds line the sky of a new day and two steaks of light sever the sky in half crescant blows. Below, Day's sweet feather-tipped wings pulsate, each edge one note to a song of flight. Four air-light pillars glow at ends with shining fur, at which ends meet kitten paws and moonlight's shining beams. Twilight sparks two dragon-eyes which watch with silent laughter; and dragon snout betrays no speech although happiness lies at edge of closed and smiling muzzle.

"Makelay, (he tells you, name that rings two syllables); I am the leagus of this land and by the way, I'm male. (Pink?) Let not sunrise hues mistake you from my gender; know that I have no Pri-erd yet, although I have need to find one. Many years I've spent in travel and now this is my home.

"Before I arrived, there was a change in who watched over the Gate; two once stood in contention for the place, 'til one led the other astray- and took control of planet's base. But powers waned to dark decree and in her position she was no longer satsified, she found there no benefits, the powers but a lie. All hope was lost, with no replacement, for the first had lost her mind; until there came a third from Dream who led Savine from its cry. The third is Dream's own guradian, created from the start of time; she who changes patterns and the director of rhyme. She let me through the Gate and here is where I'll stay; after all I'd waited by gate, twas closed for many days."