Fall into the Feywild
Mood: Fireflies drift through the twilight as colors flash in the distance as magic sparks around the party. Proceed with caution. Here even time plays tricks.
Smells Like: Alluring poppies swaying in an unfelt breeze, tempting fruits dripping with juices, and subtle patchouli
Ancient trees twine overhead, their branches blocking the sky, as colored lights flicker in the distance. Along the banks of a crystal stream, a cat-sized dragon perches upon the stalk of a large flower, its indigo scales glinting in the twilight. Seeing the adventurers approach, it giggles madly and disappears from sight, flying, now invisible to spy on them from the trees.
The party stares in wonder at the beauty around them but dare not let their guard down. Magic runs wild here, capable of powerful but capricious magic. A simple spell cast in this realm may have disastrous results.
The sorcerer shades his eyes before giving a cry of triumph. Ahead a spark flits through the trees, glowing with arcane energy. They hurry forward, unaware of the eyes observing them from above.