She shrank back. "Dragons, Gryphons, Cockatrices, Rocs, Pumas, Unicorns, and humans share the world. There are smaller species on this planet besides us. It may not be able to support another large species." she said.

"Then it seems there's plenty diversety for my species to reproduce with them. My species covers all sizes, colors, and shapes. The only issue would be if this world had physical room or not," it said, creating a purple fire in a shpe similar to Mossed but quadrepeddle, "This is the general shape they have. Most fallow this with few minor, and even few major differences."

"The size of the planet itself will determine if it can support them. The species' mind is its soul so there will be no tipping of balance. They will only die if their concept they're made from faded from evey creature's mind entirely," it said dispelling the fire, "The moon has no controle over the realm of dreams or me. The human minds on this planet contain the right properties, then this planet will be perfect. I just need five minutes to check."

"Do not get me wrong, Chira does control quite a bit back home. She rules over all magic dealings there," it said, a violet-black moon showing up in its left wing, "Your moon does not control the minds of every being here, and it seem the humans here have no restrictions to magic as those back home do. Their too out of touch with the world here, and thus incompatible for my species." 

"Please help me," Tieral's voice said, alomst a whisper behind the creature's.

"Lucky for you, you'll never have to deal with them. This world does not meet the requirments, not with the humans as they are," it said, its scales returning to the green that had been Tieral's. As Tieral returned to normal, the strange aura that had taken over his split from him and forming into a separate being. Standing between Goldenscale and Tieral was an elf like creature. Standing 5ft 6in, the creature had pointed ears that extended a good foot behind its head, and long blood red hair. It appeared to be wearing perfectly white cloths.

"Now, can we talk on more friendly terms," he asked, looking back to see Tieral slump down and start shaking, "He'll be fine, he's just experiencing the worst nightmare he's ever seen.  I don't normally attach myself to someone's mind because of that effect, but that was the only way to get here. He just happened to be the most open target."

"That I have already told you Ma'am. Seeing as this world is incompatible, I might as well stick around a while to explore a bit. He was a easier target because of his alwaysopen mind. From what I felt, it is due to him being naturally mute," he said. "Where are my manners, my name is Nefirian Dreamscar. You can call me Nef," he said, giving a bow, "I can already tell you've met my old friend Kelan by your aura. You must forgive him for his way of looking at life. He has a most unfortunate power, or curse if you ask him."

"Mayumi was talking about you. Are you from Valenth?" she asked. Her memories an knowledge seemed to be disappearing each day. "I am not unlike Kelan. I am cursed, or blessed, in some of the same ways." she said, looking away.

"Yes, I am from Valenth. You do not know the power I speak of. He can see the entire life of a being. From birth to death, he sees everything just by looking," he saidshaking his head, "He loves everything living, but he knows exactly how they'll because of this power. For this, he tends to keep himself away from mortals." "You however, are not imortal. I can tell now, age will be your only enemy," he said, "Your mind is strong, and your body stronger. You will live until your body gives in to the natural cycle of life."

"Bastion, Kelan, and I know how that is. We've all outlive  everyone we knew from our birth places, and even saw the place be taken by the wilds. Baston's daughter Marquise, Kelan's son Valdren, and my son Lyric'Ai are our only  living relatives respectively," he said as a third eye opened up on his forehead. Just in front of him, a small portal opened to let a purple, rounded dragon step though.

"It seems you're visiting other worlds again father," it said, morphing into a aeneski like Nefirian but much skinnier and with black hair covering his eyes, "What reason do you call me to this world?"

"Just wanted you to meet someone," Nef said as the eye on his forehead closed. "Seeing as you've already met Valdren, I'd like you to meet Lyric'Ai," he said, looking past his son to Goldenscale.