As the strangers look up, they find a sky that is, perhaps even stranger than their home's enclosure. Higher even than the mountaintop which they first found themselves on were great pillars of stone, sparsely placed across the land, each holding up a large platform covered in green foliage. As they looked further up, towards the apex of the sky, there was the sun, but also two other, dark spheres, one seemingly above the sun and the other below, casting huge shadows across the sky and ground respectively.
Down below, in the shaper palaces which crowd the base of the First's mountain, the shapers' servants, families, and retinues are beginning to catch on that something is going on. There is an air of activity, and the sounds of people moving about, of speech at varying levels of hush, all which stops, briefly, before resuming with a fever pitch as people are spotted floating down from the Oldkathe, some riding stones like shapers, others simply on the air, or on platforms of ice, or atop shining lights. As the strangers glide smoothly down to the ground, they are quickly greeted by the nearest shaper, a young man of the name Buangun Nagubal, who is flanked by another young man, Trenyk, and a seemingly middle-aged woman of the name Znelaar. The young shaper launching in a mix of welcoming pleasantry, questions regarding where the strangers came from, and unprompted biographical exposition, all in a language which the strangers probably don't understand, would be a bit much if there hadn't been anyone with a strong connection to the Mind element among them. Trenyk and Znelaar stand by, not speaking up but with looks of apology on both of their faces.