Descent

It was by the entrance to Gatar that the couple offered their thanks and a place to rest their heads if they so choose. Zariel had nearly thought they were trying to kill him. 

'If I have to see another diaper change, I am tossing both mother and child into orbit.' 

But before he could speak his mind, Aurelia had gracefully refused them. They seemed relieved, bowing as they headed through the gates alongside the hundreds coming and going. They were dark of skin and pale as snow, some green and yellow, and everything in between, talking and yelling along the flowing throng. 

Gator, the Port that connected to every city near a body of water. Often called the Eye of the Dragon by mortal men. From fresh waters to salty oceans, all of them flowed through Gator. 

"Let's find an inn first," Aurelia suggested, Pulling him along to blend right into the crowd.