Ariadne generally wasn't one for dozing in the middle of the day, but she'd crawled up into a branch and found a breeze. It was just so relaxing that she couldn't help but shut her eyes. She liked being in the place between asleep and awake. Both because of the way her mind wandered and because of the possibility that she might be able to fall through a rift and find herself back home.

Mostly the first one, though.

Time passed funny when she drifted off like that. And when she opened her eyes, she didn't know if it had been a few minutes or a few hours. All she knew was that there was an unfamiliar scent below her.

She peered through the branches, discovering a strange man. He seemed to be hard at work...staring at a piece of wood. Not just wood, she corrected herself. It looked like some kind of dragon. Ariadne shivered involuntarily. Nothing good was ever associated with dragons. Not in her life. But she had to admit, when it suddenly sprang to life, it took her breath away.

Literally. She let out an audible gasp from above.