A glint in the distance catches your eye. For a moment, you imagine that it must be far off in the distance, but as you move slowly through the air, you get a sense of it being closer. You recognize it as coming from the same place where you entered this new life as a dragon. Strange, you think, because you had imagined that the gateway might have been confined to within the cave from which you had emerged. Perhaps it could just be some sort of optical illusion.
For a while, you ignore it, enjoying the feeling of warm drafts rising up from the ground. It is like a dry shower, and it feels decent and appropriate to sprawl out your body in the gentle spray of warm, dry air as your wings flutter like an Afghani kite. You had halfway expected that the sort of force that it would take to lift your tremendous body would have to produce a deafening roar, but while it is not utterly silent, the wind is really steady enough that it is quickly reduced to being a gentle static, not unlike the sound of a bedside white noise machine.
That glint in the distance keeps catching your eye, though, and you finally call down to Dizzy-tail and Blunt-snout, after having circled quietly for a while, {{I see something off where you found me, Dizzy-tail. I am thinking about going to check it out.}} You are already widening your circle and preparing to tilt off toward the specter, although you await a confirmation before actually going anywhere.