It might not have put a dent in the young wyvern's spirits, it was certainly independent in an innocent and curious manner, but it meant many aspects of the wider world had to be discovered through firsthand experience.
That day in the woods, it might have saved the young one a lot of trouble if it had a friend to tell it about those mysterious, dangerous portals beforehand. Instead, it became rather bewildered at the sight of it. Or at least, sight as the heat-sensitive wyvern could perceive it. The object almost resembled water, the 'reflection' of it's surface bizarrely flat and fluid, and even more remarkable, completely vertical.
Abbie's curiosity pulled it closer to the odd phenomenon. It reached out a hand, buried in long sleeves, to poke at the portal and test it's solidity, but like water it slid through. Pulling it's hand out, the wyvern examined the sleeve, visibly surprised to note it wasn't even wet. How strange...
Lucyal