Elora's head was spinning with how fast things were moving.
The Professor had immediately gone to dismantling his portal, replacing some of the Green magic-attracted orbs for Blue emotion-attracted ones. He debated adding a Red power-attracted orb, but wasn't sure what exactly that would lead to.
(Especially after the whole debacle with an only Red orb portal, and Hunter's birthdate.
How were they to know that it'd be attracted to a scepter carried by Ripto, who happened to share the same Birthday as Hunter?
. . .Needless to say, it was no one person's fault.)
"What . . .was this portal originally for, Professor?"
The old mole hummed. "Hmm, well, you see Elora, I was hoping to re-open the rift that Ripto had come through, and contact the dragons if I could."
"Dragons!" She turned to see Hunter stand straight up, tail following suit and puffing up.
"Yeah, why dragons, Professor? Aren't they cut off from our world?"
"Well. . .yes, to a degree," The Professor agreed hesitantly. "But, well, the world Ripto has come from seems to be a bridge to the Dragon Realms. And didn't you smell the smoke smell he carried on himself? He's definitely encountered them before, and I'd say they weren't fond of him in the least."
He suddenly stood up straight, cracking his back. "But! That being said, we'll need to put it on hold for now. I've just about got this finished - give me a few days of calibration at worst."
He turned to them, instantly more serious. "Now, I don't want to ask this of you both, but I'm old and dense. If you can find out anything further, then tell me as soon as possible - but do not go endangering yourselves, got it?"
Hunter gave a hefty salute, and Elora nodded enthusiastically.
"You can count on us, Professor!"