The children of Atlantis/Shanghai all screamed yes and rampaged down the 
multifarious gangways of Æther and Chinook, which 
had all been splayed out for the occasion in hopes of
preventing bottlenecks, which might lead to injury or, heaven forbid, rudeness. 
For the first few moments the children simply burst away from the airships like 
gas escaping from a bottle. Then they began to converge on sources of 
wonderment: a centaur, eight feet high if he was an inch, walking across a 
meadow with his son and daughter cantering around him. Some baby dinosaurs. A 
cave
angling gently into a hillside, bearing promising signs
of enchantment. A road winding up another hill toward a ruined castle.