The range becomes far broader here, it is almost possible to forget that you are up so high despite the cold, dry wind. Ahead of you is a large tumble of boulders. Craggy stone jutting up at the sky. Like most of the range the rock is ochre and milky white quarts, streaks of rose quartz marbled through both. In the shadows the rock is almost blue or a deep purple.
Looking closely you can see a small blue collar with 'Tealath' embossed on it. As you get closer you can see small plants have been grown in pockets of soil in the stone, faded olive and eucalyptus greens. There is a curious chirrup and a dart of jade flits infront of you, it's wings making little leathery noises in flight.
It trumpets a shrill but sonorous tone and suddenly you feel other eyes upon you. The fire-lizard backwings towards the stones, encouraging you to follow. Around you, peeping from all over the rockery, are little glimmering eyes, the rest of their bodies hidden away in nooks and crannies that the boulders have created.
You follow Tealath into the cup like rockery and realise, as with much of the Tir, that it is larger inside than out. The air is moist, protected from the drying wind by stone walls, and you can hear a small stream somewhere nearby.
A crimson oriental dragon slithers past your feet, observing you with feline eyes before lithely sliding between two rocks and out of sight. Asparagus ferns grow thickly here and moss is abundant. The stones, in places, are a honeycomb of holes and warrens, providing a myriad of shelters for the smaller dragon kind.
As you move further into the rockery you can see more small dragons and lizard like creatures, some hunting dragonflies, others bask in the sunlight. Most watch you with a little curiousity but no fear what so ever.
a downloadable dragon and long time resident of the Tir. The sun is suddenly blocked out by shadow and instinctively you flinch, looking up. As sudden as it came the shadow is gone and you can see a huge dragon winging off into the distance. It is no wonder these small creatures feel so secure here if there are such huge cousins nearby to watch over them!
One of the small dragons, about the size of a young cat, glides across the rockery and perches on a natural rocky pillar beside you, trilling a greeting.

"Hullo. I'm Yalyff. The Tir has changed its shape again. We felt nothing more than a few soft tremors a few months ago but come morning time this ridge had risen to bisect the safe lands." It preens a tawny wing membrane. "Being so high up allows a great view for the Mahnon of the Tir. Since a few Yah'm'boh's, evil spirits, managed to find a way into the Tir many of us have set up a patrol to keep an eye on the borders.
The ranges allow an extremely good look out for the sharp eyed and you will find many of the winged creatures choose to roost up here where they can take flight suddenly if the need comes."
Yalyff scratches his ear fin and snaps at a passing midge. "Oh well. I'm away." He opens his wings and launches himself into the air without a backwards glance, leaving you alone. Sa'banuai, a gold flit from Starry Cove
Several brightly coloured minidragons and flits reguard you thoughtfully for a moment then return to what they had been doing, mostly lying with wings outstretched, supping up sunlight with half closed eyes. From here you can continue up towards the mountain above, return to the length of the Cracktail ridge or follow the stream down into the forest.

The fostering agency Tealath and Crimson came from appear to have vanished. If you know of it's location please contact me!!