When the dust from his downdraft has settled enough so that you can look around, you're able to see from the crest of the hill on which you stand an entire tropical Weyr sprawled about you.

The Weyr's bowl is in fact inverted, when compared to those on Northern shores. It's one of the highest points on the island, whose entirety you can see from your vantage point.

To the south and west a gentle slope merges reedy sea-side grasses with a coarse gray sand that runs down to choppy ocean waves. North lie rocky outcroppings, which grow increasingly rough until they reach the far northern shore, where a wave-hewn cliff drops sharply to the waters below.

Only on the eastern shore is the soft, golden-grained sand found, piled high into dunes by the wind and water. It surrounds a gentle, blue-green lagoon, in which a number of dragons and their riders are bathing. On a clear day such as this, past the cove and past a broad channel of the ocean, the mainland of the Southern Continent is visible. You can just barely discern the small Hold there.

About the "bowl" on which you stand are spread a great number of makeshift weyrs. In the absence of suitable cliff-side ledges and caves, riders have instead created a village of modest-sized cottages over dragon-sized wallows, making particularly efficient use of the rocky ground on the northern side. In the center of these are the queens' housings and a large wooden Hall, the administrative and social hubs. The rest of the riders' living quarters are sprinkled about these in no particular pattern, though some seem to perhaps lie on main "roads."

Only if the tide is relatively low will you notice the island's second sandy cove, to the northwest. Its dry gray sands wouldn't be threatened by the water at high tide, but the waves against the northern cliffs at that time obscure the entrance. Those same cliffs provide it with the perfect shelter to hold a dragon clutch. Some rock formations nearby are even tiered enough to serve as stands, after a fashion.