You suddenly stumble into caves that are connected to one, or both, of the hallways to the left of the bigger cave. A few stalactites hang over the doorway like jagged teeth of the caves. Fire-lit glass globes of various colors are strung across the ceiling, illuminating the cave. Two globes are rested on either side of the door and another at a certain level across the cave. The door makes up one wall of the cave while a sleeping spot has been arranged along each of the other three walls. One is a bare rock ledge, another a pile of rainforest leaves and mosses, and the third is a woven green hammock ingeniously suspended from the cave ceiling as if each bed was deliberately designed with different dragons in mind. Five mahogany scroll racks are arranged around the cave about a certain height, polished until they are smooth as scales. There are two scroll racks on either side of the door. You dont know how you got here, but you hear voices from another cave Sunny: The last of the Jade Winglet is winter. Tsunami: You guys can leave now. You just catch your reflection in something. You're a dragon now, hues of orange and white and pale blues, explaining why your coordination is so off