Gardenia's Color Guard: Lightning A giant phantom eyeball scanned the Vale in every direction above the treetops and buildings. It rotated all around, constantly surveying until it locked on a location. It then descended slowly toward the ground and melted into the raised wrinkly hand of the wizard Whitbee. Whitbee opened his eyes and decidedly marched toward the spot his spell had marked. He hobbled through brambles and branches and arrived at a still pond. The grey water was an unlikely place to find Gardenia and when that observation sunk in, Whitbee sighed heavily. He heard gurgling and pounded his chest as if it were indigestion, but he soon looked up to see bubbles surfacing in the middle of the pond. He pointed his gnarled staff at the water and summoned several lightning strikes around the perimeter. The water was instantly evaporated. Down at the bottom was a single gathering of cyclamen flowers. Whitbee dropped his staff to his side and muttered, "What did I expect?" As he walked away, a raucous flapping deafened him and a wild blue blur landed in his path. Whitbee froze. As he gathered his wits, he determined it could only be a sullen cyclamen dragon. It stared at the wizard, but didn't blink. Whitbee transmuted the head of his staff to represent Gardenia, pointed to it, and gestured all around them with a shrug. The cyclamen dragon's eyes watered and it walked away. Whitbee didn't understand and was left alone. he stumbled to keep up with the dragon and found it had stopped at a lake. The cyclamen dragon nodded toward the water. "I guess it's worth a shot," Whitbee mumbled. He blasted the lake with lightning, but there was nothing at the bottom. The dragon led Whitbee to a river, then a stream, and even a puddle. But there was no point. Nothing was under these bodies of water. Whitbee sat on a log, exhausted. The cyclamen dragon lied down next to him and rested its head on his lap.