Black veins of darker marble run through the light white stairs leading up to the third floor.
Unnaturally high ceilings give you the impression to be walking inside a neverending spyral mounting a challange at the stars.
And at your breath.
But as the third floor comes into view you find yourself dishoriented.
Here, there is no huge wooden door, no pair of guards standing firm staring into the infinite.
The stairs led you into the middle of a huge circular room and then abruptly stopped.
Off in the distance you are quite sure, the singing of birds greets your entrance.
And as your gaze flares around the room you can see all forms of trees and plants, perfectly blended into the walls of white stone and the tall intarsiated windows depicting epic battles.
From the underbush of this living room, an old, musky pony comes forth, more jumping than walking.
The smile he spots is something truly genuine, you have rarely seen anypony else wear.
And before you realize it, he's right in your face.
"What can I do you for, miss?">>192661
The lil dragon started to run.
Run down the sunlit streets, changing from a blinding white to a birght orange.
The streets are burning! You realize only half of this, as you madly rush after the small purple creature running wild towards the huge domed building.
A building so big, the whole Donkeyburg wouldn't fill it.
A building so massive, the doors are in black steel.
A building so importants, the guards are black Dragons.
You are now standing in the middle of the Dragon district, and the inhabitants are giving you little attention, even as the small drake tries to scratch on the door of solid steel to make his way inside.
One of the guards at the entrance is eyeing you.>>192665
Fur, hairs, little bit of her saliva and a chipped skinflake..
Damn is this mare lousy. You could follow her trail blind.
There, huge magic building with lodsa sparking ponies!