Some leagues away, a beam of light struck the ground, and dissipated to reveal a proud Leonin standing with a staff.
The Star Callers of the Libaxa Plains had their own method of traveling long distances quickly, though the Starlight Roads had to be mapped further with the addition of the world outside of the Plains. Nyame had traveled as far as possible this way, but for reasons he wasn't quite sure of, the Roads were incapable of getting close to the Academy. From this point, he was forced to walk, and as he did so he started to see why he couldn't get any closer. The stars were a cacophony of wrongness. He saw constellations and formations he recognized, but some of them didn't belong in the sky at this time of year, and some were unfamiliar entire. And, worst of all, there was an extra moon in the sky, larger than the normal one, and impossibly royal blue. Nyame was glad the moon was in the crescent phase, he wasn't sure he would be able to handle too many moons if they were all full. There was already far too much power coming down from the sky, and he didn't know what could be done with any of it. He knew he should have expected more magic here than he had ever seen, but to see it tear the sky asunder was truly mind numbing. 

There was nothing to be done, and this is exactly the reason he had accepted an invitation to come here. He walked on. 

He was very close now, and could see the front gates open and inviting, but smoke in the sky distracted him. It was wild, too great a plume to be a camp fire or a community fire. He knew the patterns, brush fires were not unheard of in his home. Nyame began running, his powerful long legs carrying him fast across the ground to where green flames engulfed a low, wooden and straw building. A small being was running frantically, Nyame guessed he was seeking help and moved to stand in front of him. 

"Small one, what has happened?"