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[b]Username:[/b] Gravebloom [b]User ID:[/b] 332331 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Freyja [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39486788] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/394868/39486788_350.png[/img] [/url] - - - Freyja stumbled into the shop, narrowly avoiding bumping into...everything. [i]There's stuff everywhere![/i] Seriously, [i]everywhere[/i]. [i]Ohhh I knew I shouldn't have slept in, uuuhhhh I'm so late...Where is it? I just need one blasted thing, why did it have to be from [/i]here[i]?[/i] The Coatl was strangely absent, and Freyja sighed in relief...which turned out to be premature, as he turned the corner holding...something. As he uncovered it, Freyja gasped, it was [i]gorgeous[/i]! She had to have it. Though usually overly respectful of others' personal space, Freyja just couldn't help but touch the armband. She instantly regretted it as she felt it move, becoming a part of her. That was the last thing she remembered. She came to in a room with another Skydancer and a Pearlcatcher. They discussed between themselves what they were going to do, occasionally speaking to Freyja, though her head was ringing so loud she couldn't make out what they were saying. She stood up with a jolt, remembering how late she was. She stumbles and nearly falls into the two dragons, then suddenly they grab Freyja and haul her out, running ahead. Seeing as the Skydancer had taken to flying and Freyja's head was still pounding, she opted to [b]follow the Pearlcatcher (Cotriona) off to the left[/b]. [/center]
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Freyja stumbled into the shop, narrowly avoiding bumping into...everything.
There's stuff everywhere! Seriously, everywhere.

Ohhh I knew I shouldn't have slept in, uuuhhhh I'm so late...Where is it? I just need one blasted thing, why did it have to be from here?

The Coatl was strangely absent, and Freyja sighed in relief...which turned out to be premature, as he turned the corner holding...something. As he uncovered it, Freyja gasped, it was gorgeous! She had to have it. Though usually overly respectful of others' personal space, Freyja just couldn't help but touch the armband. She instantly regretted it as she felt it move, becoming a part of her. That was the last thing she remembered.

She came to in a room with another Skydancer and a Pearlcatcher. They discussed between themselves what they were going to do, occasionally speaking to Freyja, though her head was ringing so loud she couldn't make out what they were saying. She stood up with a jolt, remembering how late she was. She stumbles and nearly falls into the two dragons, then suddenly they grab Freyja and haul her out, running ahead. Seeing as the Skydancer had taken to flying and Freyja's head was still pounding, she opted to follow the Pearlcatcher (Cotriona) off to the left.
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Hope it's okay that I missed a day or two! Would love to be added to the pinglist for this. [b]Username:[/b] Lonefox [b]User ID:[/b] 333292 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Eglantine [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41719241] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/417193/41719241_350.png[/img] [/url] Eglantine really should have known better than to touch the magical artifact. She'd grown up in Lightning territory, of course, where innovation was all around her, but she'd been warned against touching objects that might have magic of unknown origin in them ever since she was a hatchling. Why she had decided not to heed that advice in this particular moment, she didn't rightfully know. Thirst for knowledge, perhaps, or simple curiosity. Either way, the vertigo she was left with afterwards was enough to leave her lying there for several moments, though at the sound of Eugene's voice she was quick to [b]attempt to stand[/b], wobbling dangerously but by some miracle managing to keep her balance as she tried to survey the potential damage that she'd managed to do. She'd never forgive herself if she'd managed to destroy another dragon's source of livelihood just because her curious nature had gotten her into trouble- [i]Pay[/i] for the blasted thing? He [i]had[/i] to be joking. "Judging by what it's done to my insides, I'm not sure I want the accursed thing anywhere near my living quarters," Eglantine said wryly, barely bothering to pay attention to whoever was steadying her as she glanced at the new symbol that had apparently etched itself onto her arm. That would have been worrying enough, were it not for the Pearlcatcher's words about her insides becoming outsides- did that mean that the effects of whatever had just hit her could be fatal if left unchecked? Sweet Stormcatcher, she'd only wanted a nice, relaxing day spent browsing the stands at the market, not whatever this entire catastrophe was shaping up to be. How had she managed to get herself into this kind of situation, when she was normally so cautious about dealing with anything that could have adverse side effects should it be tampered with too carelessly? How [i]could[/i] she have allowed her attention to slip so badly as to lead to such dire consequences? Eglantine wasn't able to dwell on such thoughts for long- a door slammed open behind them, with a rather unfriendly looking Mirror prowling through it, and she barely had enough time to stifle her yelp of surprise before they were taking off running. Sandwiched in between the two, the Skydancer could barely pay attention to whatever was being said, grateful at least that [i]someone[/i] was trying to explain what was happening to her but not being able to catch a breath long enough to express it. She hadn't run this far or this fast in what felt like eons, and it showed in the gasping heaves of breath that she took as they neared the intersection (or perhaps it was the effects of whatever they had been talking about already kicking in), stopping for a moment in an attempt to recover- only to grumble as her helpers took off in completely different directions, leaving her to frantically look from one alley to the other in an attempt to find out just who to follow. Not that it was much of a choice in her mind- one of the duo had been decidedly friendlier and more willing to explain than the other, and in any case the path over the crowds was bound to get her where she wanted to go much faster than what Cotriona had in mind. Sighing heavily and yanking the more trailing parts of her outfit out of the way of some curious hatchlings, Eglantine started down the path [b]after Andraste[/b], hoping that she could at least catch up to the Skydancer in time to get more information out of her.
Hope it's okay that I missed a day or two! Would love to be added to the pinglist for this.

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Eglantine really should have known better than to touch the magical artifact. She'd grown up in Lightning territory, of course, where innovation was all around her, but she'd been warned against touching objects that might have magic of unknown origin in them ever since she was a hatchling. Why she had decided not to heed that advice in this particular moment, she didn't rightfully know. Thirst for knowledge, perhaps, or simple curiosity. Either way, the vertigo she was left with afterwards was enough to leave her lying there for several moments, though at the sound of Eugene's voice she was quick to attempt to stand, wobbling dangerously but by some miracle managing to keep her balance as she tried to survey the potential damage that she'd managed to do. She'd never forgive herself if she'd managed to destroy another dragon's source of livelihood just because her curious nature had gotten her into trouble-

Pay for the blasted thing? He had to be joking. "Judging by what it's done to my insides, I'm not sure I want the accursed thing anywhere near my living quarters," Eglantine said wryly, barely bothering to pay attention to whoever was steadying her as she glanced at the new symbol that had apparently etched itself onto her arm. That would have been worrying enough, were it not for the Pearlcatcher's words about her insides becoming outsides- did that mean that the effects of whatever had just hit her could be fatal if left unchecked? Sweet Stormcatcher, she'd only wanted a nice, relaxing day spent browsing the stands at the market, not whatever this entire catastrophe was shaping up to be. How had she managed to get herself into this kind of situation, when she was normally so cautious about dealing with anything that could have adverse side effects should it be tampered with too carelessly? How could she have allowed her attention to slip so badly as to lead to such dire consequences?

Eglantine wasn't able to dwell on such thoughts for long- a door slammed open behind them, with a rather unfriendly looking Mirror prowling through it, and she barely had enough time to stifle her yelp of surprise before they were taking off running. Sandwiched in between the two, the Skydancer could barely pay attention to whatever was being said, grateful at least that someone was trying to explain what was happening to her but not being able to catch a breath long enough to express it. She hadn't run this far or this fast in what felt like eons, and it showed in the gasping heaves of breath that she took as they neared the intersection (or perhaps it was the effects of whatever they had been talking about already kicking in), stopping for a moment in an attempt to recover- only to grumble as her helpers took off in completely different directions, leaving her to frantically look from one alley to the other in an attempt to find out just who to follow.

Not that it was much of a choice in her mind- one of the duo had been decidedly friendlier and more willing to explain than the other, and in any case the path over the crowds was bound to get her where she wanted to go much faster than what Cotriona had in mind. Sighing heavily and yanking the more trailing parts of her outfit out of the way of some curious hatchlings, Eglantine started down the path after Andraste, hoping that she could at least catch up to the Skydancer in time to get more information out of her.
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[This is short but oh well I'm exhausted today, I'll try to do something of a decent length tomorrow!] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20383393] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/203834/20383393_350.png[/img] [/url] Poikilometes blinks, more than a little mystified, as the two [s]CRAZY STRANGERS[/s] dragons diverge ahead of him. [i]What[/i]. His head is pounding from his fall and his arm is tingling uncomfortably and this is [i]not[/i] what he wanted to spend today doing! And there are two very strange dragons ahead of him and a terrifying one close behind, and - oh. Right. The mirror. Chasing him. (Them. Whatever.) Po is many, many things, but fast is not one of them on his best day, let alone moments after taking a nasty fall. He stumbles off into the crowd after the Pearlcatcher, reasoning that the flying overhead would present a more obvious target than simply disappearing into the crowd. Hopefully.
[This is short but oh well I'm exhausted today, I'll try to do something of a decent length tomorrow!]


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Poikilometes blinks, more than a little mystified, as the two CRAZY STRANGERS dragons diverge ahead of him. What.

His head is pounding from his fall and his arm is tingling uncomfortably and this is not what he wanted to spend today doing! And there are two very strange dragons ahead of him and a terrifying one close behind, and - oh. Right. The mirror.

Chasing him. (Them. Whatever.)

Po is many, many things, but fast is not one of them on his best day, let alone moments after taking a nasty fall. He stumbles off into the crowd after the Pearlcatcher, reasoning that the flying overhead would present a more obvious target than simply disappearing into the crowd.

Hopefully.
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You skid as you turn left hard. Up ahead you see Cotriona glance back at you. It's less crowded on this side street and she slows down until she's loping along next to you.

"Flying is risky. The puppy isn't the only one around looking for your shiny, new decoration. Up ahead is the Bazaar. We're going to lose them in the crowd. Head straight though; I'll meet up with you."

She's kind of bossy actually, but you're out of your element so you follow along. You head straight through the crowd, out of the corner of your eye you can see Cotriona weaving through behind the stalls. She's grabbing select pieces of apparel as she goes. Disguises!

Looking around, you see a merchant ahead who isn't paying much attention. Thinking fast you reach out and grab a seaside kelpie mane. Desperate times and all that. You can bring it back or pay him later, if needed.

"Here. Put this on." Cotriona hands over cloak, a hat, and other miscellaneous apparel. She's already tucked her knife away and covered her scar with something. When you pull out the wig and put it on, she gives you an impressed nod.

"I'm going to lead him away. He didn't get a good look at you so you should go to ground somewhere around here. You seem pretty resourceful, see if you can dig up some clues on a Guardian named Enzul. He’s the one who knows what to do about that tattoo. They say he’s as old as the Shifting Emporium itself. Only the old denizens will be able to help you find him."

She lopes away, leaving you wander. You randomly choose a shop. It's a dingy restaurant. The amount of attention your tattoo gets is very uncomfortable. The shabby Pearlcatcher behind the counter looks at you suspiciously. When you tell him you’re looking for someone, he relaxes a bit.

“Izzat so? Well I’m looking for people to buy some of my delicious, home-cooked food. Maybe we could both get what we want, if you know what I mean?”

Well, then.

A) Buy the most edible looking item.
B) Refuse to buy anything.

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You skid as you turn left hard. Up ahead you see Cotriona glance back at you. It's less crowded on this side street and she slows down until she's loping along next to you.

"Flying is risky. The puppy isn't the only one around looking for your shiny, new decoration. Up ahead is the Bazaar. We're going to lose them in the crowd. Head straight though; I'll meet up with you."

She's kind of bossy actually, but you're out of your element so you follow along. You head straight through the crowd, out of the corner of your eye you can see Cotriona weaving through behind the stalls. She's grabbing select pieces of apparel as she goes. Disguises!

Looking around, you see a merchant ahead who isn't paying much attention. Thinking fast you reach out and grab a seaside kelpie mane. Desperate times and all that. You can bring it back or pay him later, if needed.

"Here. Put this on." Cotriona hands over cloak, a hat, and other miscellaneous apparel. She's already tucked her knife away and covered her scar with something. When you pull out the wig and put it on, she gives you an impressed nod.

"I'm going to lead him away. He didn't get a good look at you so you should go to ground somewhere around here. You seem pretty resourceful, see if you can dig up some clues on a Guardian named Enzul. He’s the one who knows what to do about that tattoo. They say he’s as old as the Shifting Emporium itself. Only the old denizens will be able to help you find him."

She lopes away, leaving you wander. You randomly choose a shop. It's a dingy restaurant. The amount of attention your tattoo gets is very uncomfortable. The shabby Pearlcatcher behind the counter looks at you suspiciously. When you tell him you’re looking for someone, he relaxes a bit.

“Izzat so? Well I’m looking for people to buy some of my delicious, home-cooked food. Maybe we could both get what we want, if you know what I mean?”

Well, then.

A) Buy the most edible looking item.
B) Refuse to buy anything.

The badges look so cool!! Wht an amazing idea to have the participating dragons featured! Should be an interesting badge for my badge dragon to have around for her to re-tell the story of Pnurmonia in the Shifting Emporium. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41275100] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/412752/41275100_350.png[/img] [/url] Pneumonia slaps on the mane on top of her own mane, and groans. "This doesn't help. Can't see." The weight of the hobbled together disguise makes her gnaw constantly at the clothes. Her trident sways around on her hip as Pneumonia enters the shop and sauntering past the collection of piercing eyes all on her new tattoo. "Enzul, Enzul, Enzul, Enzul...." She repeats that name under her breath and cranes her neck towards the pearlcatcher behind the counter. "Looking for someone. Enzul." “Izzat so? Well I’m looking for people to buy some of my delicious, home-cooked food. Maybe we could both get what we want, if you know what I mean?” Pneumonia eyes the food at the counter and pulls out....something out from her mane. She flashes a smile, and opens her lips wide to expose her gnarled teeth in an [i]attempt[/i] at a friendly grin.
The badges look so cool!! Wht an amazing idea to have the participating dragons featured! Should be an interesting badge for my badge dragon to have around for her to re-tell the story of Pnurmonia in the Shifting Emporium.


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Pneumonia slaps on the mane on top of her own mane, and groans.
"This doesn't help. Can't see."
The weight of the hobbled together disguise makes her gnaw constantly at the clothes. Her trident sways around on her hip as Pneumonia enters the shop and sauntering past the collection of piercing eyes all on her new tattoo.
"Enzul, Enzul, Enzul, Enzul...."

She repeats that name under her breath and cranes her neck towards the pearlcatcher behind the counter.
"Looking for someone. Enzul."

“Izzat so? Well I’m looking for people to buy some of my delicious, home-cooked food. Maybe we could both get what we want, if you know what I mean?”
Pneumonia eyes the food at the counter and pulls out....something out from her mane. She flashes a smile, and opens her lips wide to expose her gnarled teeth in an attempt at a friendly grin.

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That was exactly what I thought about when I saw her: whether or not she'll get some BIG HAIR. Maybe she'll set a trend?
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You decide to follow Andraste. She leads you through the maze of stalls and shops right in the center of the bazaar, grabbing bits and bobs along the way. You are barely able to keep track of her, yet somehow she knows the way while staying focused on the things in her claws.

Andy tosses you the device she just put together. "Hold that for a moment, darling, and duck around behind those barrels will you." You can't make heads or tails of what the device does, but you dive behind the barrels by the edge of an alleyway.

You peek your head around the side to watch, nervous as the dragons chasing you get closer and closer. You see Andy throw some coins at a nearby shopkeeper before she tackles herself right into one of the barrels next to you. A dark liquid spills out, smelling like tar.

"You're a fast runner, right?" Andy asks with a grin as she takes the device from your claws, immediately fiddling with it. An ominous ticking starts. Without waiting for your answer, she shoves you down the alleyway.

You can hear her counting under her breath as she follows right behind. Right before her countdown reaches zero she grabs you and pulls you under cover. The explosion knocks the breath clear out of your lungs and sets your ears to ringing. Bright and wild sparks dance across your vision and you’re not sure if they’re after-effects or real.

You barely have time to recover as Andy continues to lead you along. As your ears start to clear up, you hear a furious roar behind you. Andy freezes, paling. "Change of plans, darling," she saids, her voice tinged with a nervous edge. "That was Captain Serious Face herself. I'll distract her, you're going to go that way and find someone called Enzul. He'll know what to do about that tattoo. He's as old as the Shifting Emporium itself apparently."

You try to ask a question but Andy turns and runs back towards the noise, pulling a wildly sparking gauntlet onto her arm as she rounds the corner. You huff in annoyance, but you start heading away from that part of the bazaar.

You choose a door at random and shimmy through. This is a bar, dingy and dusty. The amount of attention your tattoo gets from the bar patrons is very uncomfortable.

The ridgeback bartender looks up in excitement. "Welcome to Electri-City Brewing Company!" he said eagerly. When you tell him you're looking for someone, his face falls a bit.

"Well, I might be able to help, but first, would you mind testing out my latest brew?" He puts down a mug of something that smells vaguely like honey. It's blue. "Help me out, and I'll see what I can do for you."


A) Drink the blue mead.
B) Don't drink the mead.
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You decide to follow Andraste. She leads you through the maze of stalls and shops right in the center of the bazaar, grabbing bits and bobs along the way. You are barely able to keep track of her, yet somehow she knows the way while staying focused on the things in her claws.

Andy tosses you the device she just put together. "Hold that for a moment, darling, and duck around behind those barrels will you." You can't make heads or tails of what the device does, but you dive behind the barrels by the edge of an alleyway.

You peek your head around the side to watch, nervous as the dragons chasing you get closer and closer. You see Andy throw some coins at a nearby shopkeeper before she tackles herself right into one of the barrels next to you. A dark liquid spills out, smelling like tar.

"You're a fast runner, right?" Andy asks with a grin as she takes the device from your claws, immediately fiddling with it. An ominous ticking starts. Without waiting for your answer, she shoves you down the alleyway.

You can hear her counting under her breath as she follows right behind. Right before her countdown reaches zero she grabs you and pulls you under cover. The explosion knocks the breath clear out of your lungs and sets your ears to ringing. Bright and wild sparks dance across your vision and you’re not sure if they’re after-effects or real.

You barely have time to recover as Andy continues to lead you along. As your ears start to clear up, you hear a furious roar behind you. Andy freezes, paling. "Change of plans, darling," she saids, her voice tinged with a nervous edge. "That was Captain Serious Face herself. I'll distract her, you're going to go that way and find someone called Enzul. He'll know what to do about that tattoo. He's as old as the Shifting Emporium itself apparently."

You try to ask a question but Andy turns and runs back towards the noise, pulling a wildly sparking gauntlet onto her arm as she rounds the corner. You huff in annoyance, but you start heading away from that part of the bazaar.

You choose a door at random and shimmy through. This is a bar, dingy and dusty. The amount of attention your tattoo gets from the bar patrons is very uncomfortable.

The ridgeback bartender looks up in excitement. "Welcome to Electri-City Brewing Company!" he said eagerly. When you tell him you're looking for someone, his face falls a bit.

"Well, I might be able to help, but first, would you mind testing out my latest brew?" He puts down a mug of something that smells vaguely like honey. It's blue. "Help me out, and I'll see what I can do for you."


A) Drink the blue mead.
B) Don't drink the mead.
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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34055220] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/340553/34055220_350.png[/img] [/url] Karmanh's head is still reeling from the blast, and his face blanches when he sees the brew. It looks...electrifying. Literally. He decides he's had enough of being electrified for one day. "Thanks, sir. Um, I'll pass, I'm still feeling a bit unwell. Getting over an upset stomach from all the celebrating, you know?" He manages a wobbly smile.

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Karmanh's head is still reeling from the blast, and his face blanches when he sees the brew. It looks...electrifying. Literally. He decides he's had enough of being electrified for one day. "Thanks, sir. Um, I'll pass, I'm still feeling a bit unwell. Getting over an upset stomach from all the celebrating, you know?" He manages a wobbly smile.
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[b]Username:[/b] Goldia [b]User ID:[/b] 362966 [b]Dragon Name:[/b] Amara [b]Dragon Picture:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=39473350] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/394734/39473350_350.png[/img] [/url] Between being knocked out, all that running and the shock of the explosion... Amara figures a drink will do her good, whether it simply hydrates her or helps calm her down too. It's not until after she's had a good long swallow that she stops to wonder if taking an odd blue drink from a stranger was such a good idea, even if it smelled nicely of honey...
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Between being knocked out, all that running and the shock of the explosion... Amara figures a drink will do her good, whether it simply hydrates her or helps calm her down too. It's not until after she's had a good long swallow that she stops to wonder if taking an odd blue drink from a stranger was such a good idea, even if it smelled nicely of honey...
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D’aw, you really are spoiling us. ^_^ I have Firra to thank for giving me a friendly nudge about this event. [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=429328][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/portraits/4294/429328p.png[/img][/url][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/50a4a2c6b077f26a5388cb6e4a14e600/tumblr_inline_o4mb4eBfd61ttfumm_250.png[/img][item=glowing pocket mouse][/center] Pearlcatcher, Fae and pocket mouse finally cleared the worst of the crowds. "Sorry." Lennuh fluttered up to Cotriona, "forgot to say my name's Lennuh and this is Jingle." He creased his frills in a sigh, "though, could you not call Mirrors 'puppies'? It's...not great." Lennuh faltered. It wasn't a topic he'd tried talking to anyone about, but he felt he'd be doing the founder and several lair-mates a disservice if he didn't try. "Some of them can be pretty reasonable and nice, you know..." After a long pause, the Fae shook his frills. "I'm glad I'm not an actual ambassador." He commented to Jingle. The Fae didn’t mind Cotriona taking charge of a situation he had next to no knowledge of, and it didn’t look like the Pearlcatcher was going to offer much in the way of explanation until they’d shaken off their pursuer. Lennuh was grateful for the fact that he wasn’t being carried anymore and that someone was willing to help avoid an unfortunate wardrobe alteration. Lennuh followed behind Cotriona, and hesitated on seeing her procuring items. Unpaid merchants stop stocking goods, and that pleased no one. As he faltered, Cotriona began carrying her acquisitions in Lennuh’s direction and Jingle tugged at some kelpie mane. Realising what they were trying to do, the Fae reluctantly assisted his familiar in purloining the mane. Once away from any immediate attention, Lennuh considered the mane. These were still considered uncommon on the market and quite desirable. It was easy to imagine the profit less scrupulous individuals would seek to make with one. Carefully, so as to avoid damaging it, Lennuh donned the wig. The Fae’s various adornments clinked and rattled as he attempted to cover himself with the cloak Cotriona had procured. There was no arguing with an ornate sword (and it would take a long argument to have the chance of persuading him to drop it), so it remained visible. Similarly, the little wings on Lennuh’s sylvan anklets poked out awkwardly between a mismatched pair of socks and pants. He managed to cover some of the sylvan twist with a rogue tail binding. “Is this really going to work?” Lennuh asked as he got Cotriona’s help in covering his glossy grey wings as much as possible with a pair of plumed covers. Wearing all these new things on top of what he already had was rather uncomfortable, and made the Fae self-conscious about how easy it would be to flutter encumbered so. There wasn’t much else they could try. At the very least the amalgam of colours and styles made him look less like himself, his golden eyes were masked with pale-green goggles, and his skinniness was less obvious. [center] [img]http://www1.flightrising.com/dgen/dressing-room/dragon?did=429328&skin=0&apparel=17898,26276,25865,12272,15270,10372,389,15704,17921,10714,13842,15745,15737,15696,20596,15729,13837,20581&xt=dressing.png[/img][/center] “Am I?” Lennuh asked, when Cotriona called him resourceful. Frills open in surprised curiosity. The Pearlcatcher explained what the next step was. “Old Guardian. Enzul. Got it.” Lennuh nodded and watched Cotriona leave. A squeak from Jingle prompted him not to linger too long. The Fae fluttered his frills on realising Jingle had no disguise. The pocket mouse considered herself perfectly capable of hiding on her own though. Lennuh struggled to restrain his frills from quivering anxiously as his eyes darted about the interior of the shop he and Jingle entered. The pocket mouse for her part was seemingly busy looking for holes made by cousins. When the Fae realised the tattoo was visible and drawing notice, his frills crumpled with dread and he awkwardly tried to adjust the cloak and gloves to better cover it. A bad start. Lennuh turned his head and found himself looking back at a shabby Pearlcatcher. [i]Wait. Elderly dragons are often shabby…maybe?[/i] He thought, not being the best at gauging age by sight. Some dragons really were good at masking it anyhow. [i]Well, time to see if I [/i]am[i] resourceful.[/i] The Fae approached the counter and told the dragon his business. Not terribly surprising, the shopkeep was interested in doing business. “Oh, of course. It would be a delight to sample your, uh, hard work.” Lennuh raised his frills in a somewhat forced smile. “I’ll take…” He passed over the various offerings on display and pointed at something that looked unlikely to have any nasty surprises. In the back of his mind Lennuh wondered how much to bet he was going to sorely regret this decision.
D’aw, you really are spoiling us. ^_^ I have Firra to thank for giving me a friendly nudge about this event.

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Pearlcatcher, Fae and pocket mouse finally cleared the worst of the crowds. "Sorry." Lennuh fluttered up to Cotriona, "forgot to say my name's Lennuh and this is Jingle." He creased his frills in a sigh, "though, could you not call Mirrors 'puppies'? It's...not great." Lennuh faltered. It wasn't a topic he'd tried talking to anyone about, but he felt he'd be doing the founder and several lair-mates a disservice if he didn't try. "Some of them can be pretty reasonable and nice, you know..." After a long pause, the Fae shook his frills. "I'm glad I'm not an actual ambassador." He commented to Jingle.

The Fae didn’t mind Cotriona taking charge of a situation he had next to no knowledge of, and it didn’t look like the Pearlcatcher was going to offer much in the way of explanation until they’d shaken off their pursuer. Lennuh was grateful for the fact that he wasn’t being carried anymore and that someone was willing to help avoid an unfortunate wardrobe alteration.

Lennuh followed behind Cotriona, and hesitated on seeing her procuring items. Unpaid merchants stop stocking goods, and that pleased no one. As he faltered, Cotriona began carrying her acquisitions in Lennuh’s direction and Jingle tugged at some kelpie mane. Realising what they were trying to do, the Fae reluctantly assisted his familiar in purloining the mane.
Once away from any immediate attention, Lennuh considered the mane. These were still considered uncommon on the market and quite desirable. It was easy to imagine the profit less scrupulous individuals would seek to make with one. Carefully, so as to avoid damaging it, Lennuh donned the wig.

The Fae’s various adornments clinked and rattled as he attempted to cover himself with the cloak Cotriona had procured. There was no arguing with an ornate sword (and it would take a long argument to have the chance of persuading him to drop it), so it remained visible. Similarly, the little wings on Lennuh’s sylvan anklets poked out awkwardly between a mismatched pair of socks and pants. He managed to cover some of the sylvan twist with a rogue tail binding.
“Is this really going to work?” Lennuh asked as he got Cotriona’s help in covering his glossy grey wings as much as possible with a pair of plumed covers. Wearing all these new things on top of what he already had was rather uncomfortable, and made the Fae self-conscious about how easy it would be to flutter encumbered so. There wasn’t much else they could try. At the very least the amalgam of colours and styles made him look less like himself, his golden eyes were masked with pale-green goggles, and his skinniness was less obvious.
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“Am I?” Lennuh asked, when Cotriona called him resourceful. Frills open in surprised curiosity. The Pearlcatcher explained what the next step was.
“Old Guardian. Enzul. Got it.” Lennuh nodded and watched Cotriona leave. A squeak from Jingle prompted him not to linger too long. The Fae fluttered his frills on realising Jingle had no disguise. The pocket mouse considered herself perfectly capable of hiding on her own though.

Lennuh struggled to restrain his frills from quivering anxiously as his eyes darted about the interior of the shop he and Jingle entered. The pocket mouse for her part was seemingly busy looking for holes made by cousins. When the Fae realised the tattoo was visible and drawing notice, his frills crumpled with dread and he awkwardly tried to adjust the cloak and gloves to better cover it. A bad start.

Lennuh turned his head and found himself looking back at a shabby Pearlcatcher. Wait. Elderly dragons are often shabby…maybe? He thought, not being the best at gauging age by sight. Some dragons really were good at masking it anyhow. Well, time to see if I am resourceful. The Fae approached the counter and told the dragon his business. Not terribly surprising, the shopkeep was interested in doing business.
“Oh, of course. It would be a delight to sample your, uh, hard work.” Lennuh raised his frills in a somewhat forced smile. “I’ll take…” He passed over the various offerings on display and pointed at something that looked unlikely to have any nasty surprises. In the back of his mind Lennuh wondered how much to bet he was going to sorely regret this decision.
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