"Otohime?" Irtysh's rich baritone voice flowed through the ether. Otohime looked up and smiled as its rhythmic vibrations caressed her. She hadn't seen the Western dragon in some time.

"Irtysh? How nice to hear from you! How are you?" Her own soprano voice chimed like bells around her words.

"Well," he responded, pleased to hear her both her voice and the sounds of happiness accompanying it. "As I hope you are. Is it possible for you to come visit tomorrow? I have something new ...