Dragonartist24
Water
Abyss checked that there were no smaller dragons on the bench before she slumped heavily on top of it. She was tired, cold, and slightly bored, although she did have to admit that the day had been slightly fruitful. Carefully, she opened up the large, elk-leather bag Ancilla had sewn for her.
"Here," she had said. "You might need this for the Carnival. You know how forgetful Brook can be, and Mortar will be too busy fawning over her to notice anything." (The next day, Flora had searched high and low for the plant fibers she had been saving up. Ancilla didn't say anything, but Abyss couldn't help notice that the 'thread' smelled strongly of earth and compost.)
Now she couldn't help but be grateful as she pulled out the several prizes she had won. There was the small Lightweaver doll that she had gotten for throwing rings around a bottle several times in a row. The booth had been manned by a friendly, if taciturn, Imperial who had raised one eyebrow and then checked to see if she had rigged the game somehow.
The small Icewarden statue was next. It gleamed with a weird, silvery glow and was somehow icy and hot to the touch at the same time. Even with her thick, grey scales, Abyss could feel the warring temperatures slowly soaking into her feet. This one had been won at a dunk tank. The Water Fae had given a small laugh when he clambered out of the large barrel. He had smelled nice, Abyss recalled. Like salt and sea mixed in with a sharp wintergreen scent. He had admitted to switching several Flights.
"I settle down in one place," he recalled. "And then my wings start twitching, my tail starts moving, and next thing I know, I'm halfway across Sornieth, preparing to pay my respects to a new deity! Still, I usually come back to the Sea. That's probably why I chose Ice at this time. Ice and Water are so close, you know? Also, my mum was an Ice - it's in my blood."
Another prize was pulled out: a shimmering Ice Spirit half-encased in a block of frozen snow. Joxar had been giving them out. He had seen her, and with a knowing wink, given her it.
"That'll be thirty-five pieces of eternal snow, ma'am!"
The Guardian had been surprised to find that she had exactly thirty-five cold lumps in her pocket. "How..."
"Ma'am," Joxar had given a jaunty wink. "Don't look a gift Skycat in the mouth, won't you?"
She had nodded mutely and accepted it.
"Put it in that pretty bag. It'll unfreeze eventually."
If Abyss was to be honest, sometimes Joxar's ability to answer what you had been thinking was a bit...unnerving. Rumor had it that he had sold his very being to the Windsinger, for special powers and blessings.
The last prize was slightly bulky, and Abyss made sure to look around warily before she put it out in the open. It wasn't that she didn't trust anybody, but living around Ridgebacks and possible outlaws made her wary. At first, it appeared to be a frozen hunk of metal. But if a dragon were to look closer, they would notice intricate designs carved into it and a large padlock in the middle. It was an Ice chest, something Abyss had nearly passed by before noticing it. She knew that Flights liked to create pieces of Accents or Skins and scatter them all around.
Abyss tapped her claws on the frozen chest. Should she open it or not? It might satisfy her curiosity, but at the same time, what if the Accent or Skin wasn't suitable for her? Then she would have to lug around scraps of painted paper and shed scales until she found the rest of her clan. What if the colors were to fade while she was searching for a member of her clan to wear it? What if they didn't want to wear it? Could she just waste something?
With a sigh, Abyss put everything back into the bag, carefully, one after the other. She could wait, she decided. After all, the Carnival was to last only a few more days. Then, she would be back with her clan and back in familiar Water territory, where she could satisfy her curiosity.
*Wait...we were supposed to use what we got from Pinkerton? Whoops! Sorry, but a.) I don't feel like writing this again, and b.) I never remember my Pinkerton stuff...so...just don't count this one? I guess?
Water
Abyss checked that there were no smaller dragons on the bench before she slumped heavily on top of it. She was tired, cold, and slightly bored, although she did have to admit that the day had been slightly fruitful. Carefully, she opened up the large, elk-leather bag Ancilla had sewn for her.
"Here," she had said. "You might need this for the Carnival. You know how forgetful Brook can be, and Mortar will be too busy fawning over her to notice anything." (The next day, Flora had searched high and low for the plant fibers she had been saving up. Ancilla didn't say anything, but Abyss couldn't help notice that the 'thread' smelled strongly of earth and compost.)
Now she couldn't help but be grateful as she pulled out the several prizes she had won. There was the small Lightweaver doll that she had gotten for throwing rings around a bottle several times in a row. The booth had been manned by a friendly, if taciturn, Imperial who had raised one eyebrow and then checked to see if she had rigged the game somehow.
The small Icewarden statue was next. It gleamed with a weird, silvery glow and was somehow icy and hot to the touch at the same time. Even with her thick, grey scales, Abyss could feel the warring temperatures slowly soaking into her feet. This one had been won at a dunk tank. The Water Fae had given a small laugh when he clambered out of the large barrel. He had smelled nice, Abyss recalled. Like salt and sea mixed in with a sharp wintergreen scent. He had admitted to switching several Flights.
"I settle down in one place," he recalled. "And then my wings start twitching, my tail starts moving, and next thing I know, I'm halfway across Sornieth, preparing to pay my respects to a new deity! Still, I usually come back to the Sea. That's probably why I chose Ice at this time. Ice and Water are so close, you know? Also, my mum was an Ice - it's in my blood."
Another prize was pulled out: a shimmering Ice Spirit half-encased in a block of frozen snow. Joxar had been giving them out. He had seen her, and with a knowing wink, given her it.
"That'll be thirty-five pieces of eternal snow, ma'am!"
The Guardian had been surprised to find that she had exactly thirty-five cold lumps in her pocket. "How..."
"Ma'am," Joxar had given a jaunty wink. "Don't look a gift Skycat in the mouth, won't you?"
She had nodded mutely and accepted it.
"Put it in that pretty bag. It'll unfreeze eventually."
If Abyss was to be honest, sometimes Joxar's ability to answer what you had been thinking was a bit...unnerving. Rumor had it that he had sold his very being to the Windsinger, for special powers and blessings.
The last prize was slightly bulky, and Abyss made sure to look around warily before she put it out in the open. It wasn't that she didn't trust anybody, but living around Ridgebacks and possible outlaws made her wary. At first, it appeared to be a frozen hunk of metal. But if a dragon were to look closer, they would notice intricate designs carved into it and a large padlock in the middle. It was an Ice chest, something Abyss had nearly passed by before noticing it. She knew that Flights liked to create pieces of Accents or Skins and scatter them all around.
Abyss tapped her claws on the frozen chest. Should she open it or not? It might satisfy her curiosity, but at the same time, what if the Accent or Skin wasn't suitable for her? Then she would have to lug around scraps of painted paper and shed scales until she found the rest of her clan. What if the colors were to fade while she was searching for a member of her clan to wear it? What if they didn't want to wear it? Could she just waste something?
With a sigh, Abyss put everything back into the bag, carefully, one after the other. She could wait, she decided. After all, the Carnival was to last only a few more days. Then, she would be back with her clan and back in familiar Water territory, where she could satisfy her curiosity.
*Wait...we were supposed to use what we got from Pinkerton? Whoops! Sorry, but a.) I don't feel like writing this again, and b.) I never remember my Pinkerton stuff...so...just don't count this one? I guess?
