The Cicada, the Mantis, and the Oriole

It took them most of the day to leave the Borean Tundra and reach Sholazar Basin. Its vibrant, thriving scenery made it hard to believe this was part of Northrend. The five-member Blue Dragonflight party stopped beside a river for a brief rest, replenishing their water supplies while planning the rest of their route.

"We've already covered half the journey," Tethys said to Urolagoss. "But for the remaining half, I suggest we don't travel in dragon form."

"Why?" Urolagoss found that strange. Without wings, they could only proceed on foot. They would be far slower and have to take many detours.

"Our mission is of vital importance." Having heard Tethys, Lulugoss objected from nearby. "Only by reaching our destination as quickly as possible can we ensure the Prism of Focus remains safe."

The female blue dragon shook her head. "That was what I thought at first too. But when we left the Borean Tundra, perhaps you didn't notice that many of the younger races spotted us. Some were Taunka caravans, some were members of the Benevolence Society, and others were adventurers. It might not have seemed like much at first, but several blue dragons flying straight toward a particular destination together would make anyone think something was happening. Our trail could very well draw the attention of others. If someone follows us and eventually discovers where the Prism of Focus is hidden... I can't imagine the consequences."

"Tethys is right." Luragosa was one of only two female members in the party. She was younger than Telegrasa, yet as composed as her brother. "Safety is more important than completing the mission quickly. Traveling on foot will make the route winding and slow, but it can keep us out of the notice of a considerable number of enemies. Besides, if we come