Flying on the back of the great red dragon, Formeathan, and following the clues they had discovered in the ancient cave, the group found themselves on the shoreline of the great Southern Ocean.  The day was peaceful, and the soft roar of the waves was soothing on the ears of the weary travelers.  Garalt had begun to realize that time alone to rest and enjoy life were becoming fewer and farther between.  
    "I sense her..." the great dragon said softly, his deep, rumbling voice seemed to penetrate the ground and everything around him.
    "Your sister?  Tempi Frei is here?"  Drakon looked around slowly,  "But I see nothing but the waves and the sky."
    "Everything we've found so far has said that Tempi Frei would be found under the water,"  Greylen said.
    "I suspect my elder sister trapped her here, under this very earth we stand upon, in a dry cave.  Nothing less than suffering brings a smile to my eldest sister's evil face.  My younger sister loved nothing but the ocean, being apart from it would be the greatest of tortures for her," Formeathan added.
    "So, what, we dig?" Garn looked down at the moist sand under his boots.  Garalt looked as well.  Digging wouldn't work, any hole they would dig would simply fill right up with sea water.
    "My eldest sister would not have been able to trap my younger sister in a cave by simply collapsing the entrance.  My sea-faring sister is far too powerful to be trapped like that.  No, she is entombed by magic, there would have been no need to collapse the entrance to the cave.  The cave walls and entrance have been cursed and made impenetrable."
    "OK, please, forgive me great elder dragon," Demonclaw said, exasperated, "But what's with all this 'eldest,' 'younger' sister stuff?  For the past two weeks you've never said their names once.  Why is that?"
    Formeathan squinted his eyes slowly at the dwarfed figure before him and snorted, blasting sand over Demonclaw's pants.  Demonclaw swallowed hard.
    "I have existed longer than man has been awake.  Numberless sunrises have been witness to my presence here on this earth.  My siblings and I surpass all but time itself."  Formeathan began to raise up, swelling his chest as he spoke, his voice becoming stronger with every word.  "A heartbeat past man assigned me the name by which you call me, as well as the names they address my siblings," Formeathan became quiet once more and knelt down close to Demonclaw, his breath gently moving the rogue's clothing "and now you ask me why I do not refer to them by such labels?"
    "I.... I.... " Demonclaw stuttered.  Formeathan slowly began to smile and then chuckle at the terrified expression on the small man before him, his deep rumbling laughter was quite contagious throughout the rest of the group.  Drakon most of all found the look on Demonclaw's face amusing, the dragoon fell to his knees with laughter.  Garalt on the other hand wiped a small bead of sweat from his forehead.  It was a good thing Formeathan was high of spirits he thought.
    "You may call me whatever you wish, warrior of the twin clawed staff, but I call my sisters my sisters for that is what they are.  You human's always must label things.  I hope for your species sake you learn to live on a higher level, and quickly."
    "Y... yes sir," Demonclaw nodded, obviously not amused by Formeathan's little joke.
    "I would have thought you would have found this most amusing," Greylen said, wrapping his arm around his friend's shoulder.
    "I would if he just weren't so huge," Demonclaw smiled, shrugging.  
    "Formeathan," Garalt said, the great red dragon returned a raised eyebrow, "will you take us under the waves to your sister?"
    "I fear I will not," Formeathan shook his enormous head, "As you well know, I am the master of the sky and storms, being such, water and electricity don't mix well for me."  Formeathan lowered his head in almost what seemed to be embarrassment.
    "I can take us, Garalt," Greylen broke in.
    "Wonderful!  We'll start immediately," Aylia smiled.
    "No, I mean, I can take US, Garalt," Greylen shook his head, "My magic can only carry two people to such a depth."
    "If that is the way it must be, then we will go," Garalt answered.