Turn about

She crested the path. Her golden eyes hungrily drank in the scene of the pool within the dome, the evergreen trees thicker and more forested. What had created this strange formation? The air was warmer against her face here as she approached the overlook to the large pool below at a more cautious pace. Why was the air warmer here?

Her paws clicked over the dark stones a few paces, wondering if she could make her way down into the center of this strange circular island. As she stopped she heard the clicking continue on without her own paws. An echo? She looked around and saw the vibrant purple stranger making their way toward her. She furrows her ebony and golden brow. Wasn't there something she should know about an adult that was bright purple? He reminded her of her Not-Brother Zagan... She stands suspiciously as he approaches.