[center][h2][color=ed1c24]Viranti[/color][/h2][/center]
Viranti's entry into the Agni was far from graceful, him pretty much making the dazzling journey through the magical tunnel head first. "-Acck!" He burst forth out of the portal, forcefully crashing to the floor in a loud thud with his legs dangling back over him for a good second, a less than dignified manner of falling that his people had colloquially refereed to for generations as a [url=https://whatstheaction.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/scorpion1.jpg]scorpion fall[/url]. His legs slumping onto the vibrant blades that met his fall, he laid there on his front with his head turning to appreciate the firm ground, sort of hugging it with the way he was sprawled. He wasn't angered as much as he was disturbingly bewildered. How is such a mode of travel possible - doors and gateways facilitating networks among worlds, passageways of light that can near instantaneously bridge distances that would have possibly taken years to traverse conventionally (conventional to him anyway)? What of the red tunnel itself? Are they a plain or world in itself, not bound to the realms that they conjoin?

He hadn't stopped to fully contemplate the existence of entities and domains beyond his attention and even perception that nonetheless influence the lives of all living things, the definition of which itself will need a reevaluation since his arrival at Edivid. Indeed, it seems that he's jumped headlong into the world of extreme possibility, of realities that would have to be seen to be believed and many of which herald a real underlying uncertainty as to his own fate, perhaps the fate of many. And now would be almost no different, he was actually feeling fairly sick from the trip, as though he had left his stomach back at the village. He imagined that him casually walking through the portal as everyone else seemed to wouldn't have made a real difference in the matter. 

Lifting his upper torso and shaking his head vigorously prior to fully getting to his feet, Viranti eyed the landscape, noting the signs of a city beyond a lake as the Oracle had directed. What caught his attention however was the airship, a floating bulbous fortress he would think, should he get a good look at it. "What is that thing?..." he thought aloud, getting the sense that it wasn't necessarily a major threat if everyone acted like it was a common sight. Should he hazard a guess, he'd simply assume it was by magic that such a construction could hope to stay aloft without wings. At any rate, however long the trek may feel after just being transported, the grounded dragon wasn't about to complain about a bit of traveling after what he experienced.