The Sparknest was alive, dark, craggy stone and small, trickling springs reflecting the radiant display lighting up the night sky. With some cracks and pops and the occasional shrill whistle, bright colors leaped into the air and bloomed like flowers, flashes that seared the eye and were gone as soon as they appeared, leaving thin, brimstone-smelling smoke in a haze that made the distant stars blurry, hard to see.
Below, dragons gathered to witness the rainbow geysers.
The first...
