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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=44668317] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/446684/44668317_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center]Vesper stared at the bamboo and paper handed to her in complete bafflement. Supposedly she was to make a kite like the multitude that flocked through the breezy sky here, but it seemed making a kite was far more complicated than their relatively simple design would suggest. Zephyr had assembled her kite with a speed and manual dexterity that almost rivaled her speed and dexterity in the air and had since moved on to adding torn scraps of colorful fabric to the tail and decorating the paper with various clashing hues of paints. Other dragons came, finished kites, and left, as Vesper clumsily fumbled with the paper and string. Zephyr had grown bored with adding things to her kite and was flying loops around and over the stall, Vesper checked to make sure she was distracted before leaning over the counter, "you fix this mess to my friend's satisfaction and I'll give you a card reading quid pro quo." She called the cards to her claws and gave the pearlcatcher running the stall a pointed look, asking silently for his secrecy as well.[/center]

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Vesper stared at the bamboo and paper handed to her in complete bafflement. Supposedly she was to make a kite like the multitude that flocked through the breezy sky here, but it seemed making a kite was far more complicated than their relatively simple design would suggest. Zephyr had assembled her kite with a speed and manual dexterity that almost rivaled her speed and dexterity in the air and had since moved on to adding torn scraps of colorful fabric to the tail and decorating the paper with various clashing hues of paints.

Other dragons came, finished kites, and left, as Vesper clumsily fumbled with the paper and string. Zephyr had grown bored with adding things to her kite and was flying loops around and over the stall, Vesper checked to make sure she was distracted before leaning over the counter, "you fix this mess to my friend's satisfaction and I'll give you a card reading quid pro quo." She called the cards to her claws and gave the pearlcatcher running the stall a pointed look, asking silently for his secrecy as well.

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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=2447075][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/24471/2447075.png[/img][/url][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=42737487][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/427375/42737487.png[/img][/url][/center] Nera dragged his little brother behind him as he darted from stall to stall, peering at the array of trinkets, toys and treats on offer as part of the Jamboree and talking quite enough for the both of them. A Shadow Sprite was perched between Nera's shoulder-blades, and a Magic Nymph trailed behind the two young dragons, trying to keep up. Nera came to a sudden stop and crouched down beside Kaerr. "Look at these windmills!" the adolescent Spiral exclaimed, pointing at the nearest booth. A Snapper seated behind it was slowly assembling more of the little ornaments out of paper and bamboo canes. On the display, the windmills spun in the constant breeze, bright and cheerful. "Do you want one? I still have those Scrolls that Papa gave us." Kaerr stared back at him solemnly for a long moment, frills twitching in what Nera had learned to recognise as uncertainty. He waited patiently, his smile still firmly in place and his normally restless coils patiently falling still so as not to put undue pressure on his little brother to come to a quick decision. The Fae turned to look at the Magic Nymph who was his constant companion. The two held an utterly silent conference of frill-flicks and antennae vibrations, then Kaerr hesitantly pointed towards a windmill with copper-coloured blades. "Great choice," the Snapper smiled. She took the payment from Nera and held out the windmill, which Kaerr took with a rare smile and appreciative frill-tilt before darting back behind Nera to hide. Nera smiled and murmured an apology to her before taking Kaerr's claws in his again and setting off through the crowds. Kaerr trailed behind his brother as Nera explored more of the market, oblivious to the crowds as he watched his windmill spin around and around, his frills waving happily in the fresh air.

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March 28, 2019 17:32:46

Nera dragged his little brother behind him as he darted from stall to stall, peering at the array of trinkets, toys and treats on offer as part of the Jamboree and talking quite enough for the both of them. A Shadow Sprite was perched between Nera's shoulder-blades, and a Magic Nymph trailed behind the two young dragons, trying to keep up. Nera came to a sudden stop and crouched down beside Kaerr.

"Look at these windmills!" the adolescent Spiral exclaimed, pointing at the nearest booth. A Snapper seated behind it was slowly assembling more of the little ornaments out of paper and bamboo canes. On the display, the windmills spun in the constant breeze, bright and cheerful. "Do you want one? I still have those Scrolls that Papa gave us."

Kaerr stared back at him solemnly for a long moment, frills twitching in what Nera had learned to recognise as uncertainty. He waited patiently, his smile still firmly in place and his normally restless coils patiently falling still so as not to put undue pressure on his little brother to come to a quick decision. The Fae turned to look at the Magic Nymph who was his constant companion. The two held an utterly silent conference of frill-flicks and antennae vibrations, then Kaerr hesitantly pointed towards a windmill with copper-coloured blades.

"Great choice," the Snapper smiled. She took the payment from Nera and held out the windmill, which Kaerr took with a rare smile and appreciative frill-tilt before darting back behind Nera to hide.

Nera smiled and murmured an apology to her before taking Kaerr's claws in his again and setting off through the crowds. Kaerr trailed behind his brother as Nera explored more of the market, oblivious to the crowds as he watched his windmill spin around and around, his frills waving happily in the fresh air.

A two-toned pink eight-pointed compass rose with the Arcane symbol at the centre, with the word 'adept' hand-written in front of the downwards point

The Spire, home of the Lundlaevungar: a crystal island shaped like an inverted mountain floating above the sea in a yellow sky

The Pirate Trials button, linking to the thread: a pink pearl with subtle gold sparkles, with 'The Pirate Trials' handwritten in front; the P is an eye patch with a skull on it

Arcane Badge depicting the Oculus of the Eleven

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[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29440208] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/294403/29440208_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] If Erratio the Great and Powerful was looking for someone that would be impressed by his magic, perhaps Rana wasn't the right dragon. But she [i]was[/i] the right dragon to compliment his taste in hats. [b]"Oh, mister magician! Over here!"[/b] She waved to him, spiraling her way through the crowd, under and around the larger dragons that occupied a lot of space, until she reached the guardian. [b]"Pray tell, [i]where[/i] did you get that magnificent hat? Are the ghostly hands part of your magic or just a very well-done wing adornment? And I see you have wonderful taste in tail bangles."[/b] To prove her point, she waved her own tail and the identical lovely seraph tail bangle it was adorned with. Of course, given that she was draped in most of that jewelry set, it was easy to judge her tastes. (Mostly lots of pink.) [b]"Can you do a spell for me? Pretty please?"[/b]

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March 28, 2019 18:05:04

If Erratio the Great and Powerful was looking for someone that would be impressed by his magic, perhaps Rana wasn't the right dragon. But she was the right dragon to compliment his taste in hats. "Oh, mister magician! Over here!" She waved to him, spiraling her way through the crowd, under and around the larger dragons that occupied a lot of space, until she reached the guardian.

"Pray tell, where did you get that magnificent hat? Are the ghostly hands part of your magic or just a very well-done wing adornment? And I see you have wonderful taste in tail bangles." To prove her point, she waved her own tail and the identical lovely seraph tail bangle it was adorned with. Of course, given that she was draped in most of that jewelry set, it was easy to judge her tastes. (Mostly lots of pink.)

"Can you do a spell for me? Pretty please?"

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50025944] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/500260/50025944_350.png[/img] [/url] Itzli wanders around, not sure why they were still here but also they have no idea how to get back home. Opal has given them something called a “map” but they had no idea how to use that either. They end up floating from station to station looking for that... Cumulus and Einws, who caused all this trouble for them but the pair of them were no where to be found. Itzli somehow found themselves in front of a magic tarot card or something or another shop and half arguing with the owner. The owner seemed... upset? Angry? At them but all they had said was that the prophecy the owner gave them was wrong. //Itzli is a being from another dimension and doesn’t really understand how being social or ever barely polite means [emoji=coatl winking]///

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March 28, 2019 19:23:47

Itzli wanders around, not sure why they were still here but also they have no idea how to get back home. Opal has given them something called a “map” but they had no idea how to use that either.

They end up floating from station to station looking for that... Cumulus and Einws, who caused all this trouble for them but the pair of them were no where to be found.

Itzli somehow found themselves in front of a magic tarot card or something or another shop and half arguing with the owner. The owner seemed... upset? Angry? At them but all they had said was that the prophecy the owner gave them was wrong.

//Itzli is a being from another dimension and doesn’t really understand how being social or ever barely polite means

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[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41140913] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/411410/41140913_350.png[/img] [/url] Mordred was not at the midst of the celebration to enjoy himself. "Fun is a waste of time", he would say. Instead, he was there to collect information. What kind of information, one might ask? Well, everything. Mordred was a dedicated scholar, and he brings his trusty Shadow Tome everywhere, for fear of missing out on something important. Today, he was asking passerby dragons questions about their experience at the Mistral Jamboree. He would also jot down notes here and there when he witnessed some form of entertainment or activities.

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Mordred was not at the midst of the celebration to enjoy himself. "Fun is a waste of time", he would say. Instead, he was there to collect information. What kind of information, one might ask? Well, everything. Mordred was a dedicated scholar, and he brings his trusty Shadow Tome everywhere, for fear of missing out on something important. Today, he was asking passerby dragons questions about their experience at the Mistral Jamboree. He would also jot down notes here and there when he witnessed some form of entertainment or activities.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40774724] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/407748/40774724_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] After running into a strange... magician? and watching food rain from the sky Peony realized how hungry she was decided to sample some of the delicacies from around the festival. She found the food here wonderful, but extremely filling. After only a few bites, she was stuffed and felt ready to slip into a food coma. As she wandered around for a place to take a rest, she decided that she would try more tomorrow. She had noticed a booth where it looked like she could prepare her own food and was interested in giving that a shot, but for now, sleep was calling.

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After running into a strange... magician? and watching food rain from the sky Peony realized how hungry she was decided to sample some of the delicacies from around the festival. She found the food here wonderful, but extremely filling. After only a few bites, she was stuffed and felt ready to slip into a food coma. As she wandered around for a place to take a rest, she decided that she would try more tomorrow. She had noticed a booth where it looked like she could prepare her own food and was interested in giving that a shot, but for now, sleep was calling.

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=124284] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/1243/124284_350.png[/img] [/url] CacaoBean watched the magician rain down trinkets on the crowd. It was an impresisve trick, so she wasn't quite sure why he looked displeased. She weaved through the crowd, looking for storytellers and entertainers. CacaoBean was always interested to see what her fellow performers were up to - and she always felt inspired watching festival performances, as dragons usually tried to out do themselves for the crowds. Spring was a little early for her treks around Sornieth, gathering new stories and enhancing her performance skills ahead of the long winters in the Icefields. But she couldn't resist Wind's festival.

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March 28, 2019 19:53:58

CacaoBean watched the magician rain down trinkets on the crowd. It was an impresisve trick, so she wasn't quite sure why he looked displeased.

She weaved through the crowd, looking for storytellers and entertainers. CacaoBean was always interested to see what her fellow performers were up to - and she always felt inspired watching festival performances, as dragons usually tried to out do themselves for the crowds.

Spring was a little early for her treks around Sornieth, gathering new stories and enhancing her performance skills ahead of the long winters in the Icefields. But she couldn't resist Wind's festival.

[center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49626168] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/496262/49626168_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] "Just a little bit chaos Toda~ay. So, just a little bit chaos Oka~a~ay! " Mitsune happily hummed under his breath, making his way between the festively dressed guests and peering into the raging dragon sea: are there any islands of calm? And if he noticed such an island, he immediately broke this unnatural calm: a couple of bottles of a special firework mixture, a soft pop - and now everyone around is shouting admiringly, when multicolored sparkling clouds of smoke rise above the crowd, turning into animals, then bright landscapes, then in the fast-moving, nimble dragons... On children's islands, he only gave way to the heat of the madness. Clouds of colored smoke dissipated almost instantly. There were no loud pops - thin elastic balls burst soundlessly. But the hatchlings were immediately painted in the wildest colors! "Fruit juice and dyes from edible plants," explained Mitsune to some imperial, who had an eyebrow frowned in dismay. He nodded reassuringly, but immediately tried to weigh Mitsune on the back of the head when he continued: "The kids will wash off in just a few weeks!" Mitsune laughed out loud, scattering his wonderful mixes around him. More, more colors! More fun!! More chaos!!!

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"Just a little bit chaos
Toda~ay.
So, just a little bit chaos
Oka~a~ay! "

Mitsune happily hummed under his breath, making his way between the festively dressed guests and peering into the raging dragon sea: are there any islands of calm? And if he noticed such an island, he immediately broke this unnatural calm: a couple of bottles of a special firework mixture, a soft pop - and now everyone around is shouting admiringly, when multicolored sparkling clouds of smoke rise above the crowd, turning into animals, then bright landscapes, then in the fast-moving, nimble dragons...

On children's islands, he only gave way to the heat of the madness. Clouds of colored smoke dissipated almost instantly. There were no loud pops - thin elastic balls burst soundlessly. But the hatchlings were immediately painted in the wildest colors!

"Fruit juice and dyes from edible plants," explained Mitsune to some imperial, who had an eyebrow frowned in dismay. He nodded reassuringly, but immediately tried to weigh Mitsune on the back of the head when he continued: "The kids will wash off in just a few weeks!"

Mitsune laughed out loud, scattering his wonderful mixes around him. More, more colors! More fun!! More chaos!!!

[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=40476347] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/404764/40476347_350.png[/img] [/url] Malady frolicked through the new flower petals the guardian left. It was a joy to spend the time here where she felt so much at home, while the rest of the clan were resting or partying away depending on their preference. She hummed a spell to keep the petals with her, a trivial spell that one of the clan's many mages had taught her. Mint was probably resting. She saw him earlier in the day and they chatted amicably but he had somehow gotten lost, and Sagecrest along with him. [i]They had a tendency to do so[/i], she thought. [i]I'll have to go looking for them in the most obscure paths or stalls for sure[/i]. Putting that pesky task aside, she completed painting the wind chime she had carved with her wicked claws, paid the stall vendor (a very handsome snapper, if she did say so herself) and tipped generously, before setting back along the path. She noticed the tickle of a paper airplane that must have been sent by Mint on her back. The folds shimmered with runes. A tracking spell? Just then, a whiff of flowers and Mayflower appeared before her from out of nowhere. Mayflower was arguably better than Moon at sneaking up on dragons, except her perfume always gave her away a microsecond early. There was a time, Malady recalled, where Mayflower, the clan's best potions master, was dabbling in alchemy that hid even that and it freaked everyone out with how silent she could be. Everyone except Sagecrest and Frost, those two were unflappable to a fault. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22594126] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/225942/22594126_350.png[/img] [/url] "My darling," Mayflower exclaimed, "Happy birthday!" We found you another friend. She gestured towards Sagecrest. On his back, a kitsune peeked out, hopped over, and trotted towards her. [img]http://flightrising.com/images/cms/familiar/art/29583.png[/img] He seemed a little confused by the swirl of petals he walked through, and sneezed. Eyes wide open, taking in all of the paint splotches and crafts on Malady's person he smiled widely and offered a paw. Mayflower must have been teaching the other dragons her ways, because all of a sudden Malady was hit by the familiar smell of her clan dragons. Cloaking magic from Majesty perhaps? She wouldn't put it past the shadow dragon. They ushered her over to a clearing slightly apart from the main crowds. Mint was right there! Thank goodness he wasn't lost after all. In his map kit a brand new set of paints he was handing over to her. Moon had brought some of Malady's favorite plants, Hawthrone some of Malady's favorite bugs, and Maestra had even gotten her the latest book Malady had wanted from her favorite series, signed by the wind-born artist himself. Close to tears, Malady bumped her nose on each of her beloved clan family. "I can't wait to introduce you to everyone," she started on animately to her new kitsune friend, "I know all of their weaknesses, hehe. Such saps, you'll get to know."

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Malady frolicked through the new flower petals the guardian left. It was a joy to spend the time here where she felt so much at home, while the rest of the clan were resting or partying away depending on their preference. She hummed a spell to keep the petals with her, a trivial spell that one of the clan's many mages had taught her.

Mint was probably resting. She saw him earlier in the day and they chatted amicably but he had somehow gotten lost, and Sagecrest along with him. They had a tendency to do so, she thought. I'll have to go looking for them in the most obscure paths or stalls for sure. Putting that pesky task aside, she completed painting the wind chime she had carved with her wicked claws, paid the stall vendor (a very handsome snapper, if she did say so herself) and tipped generously, before setting back along the path.

She noticed the tickle of a paper airplane that must have been sent by Mint on her back. The folds shimmered with runes. A tracking spell? Just then, a whiff of flowers and Mayflower appeared before her from out of nowhere. Mayflower was arguably better than Moon at sneaking up on dragons, except her perfume always gave her away a microsecond early. There was a time, Malady recalled, where Mayflower, the clan's best potions master, was dabbling in alchemy that hid even that and it freaked everyone out with how silent she could be. Everyone except Sagecrest and Frost, those two were unflappable to a fault.

"My darling," Mayflower exclaimed, "Happy birthday!" We found you another friend. She gestured towards Sagecrest. On his back, a kitsune peeked out, hopped over, and trotted towards her.

He seemed a little confused by the swirl of petals he walked through, and sneezed. Eyes wide open, taking in all of the paint splotches and crafts on Malady's person he smiled widely and offered a paw.

Mayflower must have been teaching the other dragons her ways, because all of a sudden Malady was hit by the familiar smell of her clan dragons. Cloaking magic from Majesty perhaps? She wouldn't put it past the shadow dragon. They ushered her over to a clearing slightly apart from the main crowds. Mint was right there! Thank goodness he wasn't lost after all. In his map kit a brand new set of paints he was handing over to her. Moon had brought some of Malady's favorite plants, Hawthrone some of Malady's favorite bugs, and Maestra had even gotten her the latest book Malady had wanted from her favorite series, signed by the wind-born artist himself.

Close to tears, Malady bumped her nose on each of her beloved clan family. "I can't wait to introduce you to everyone," she started on animately to her new kitsune friend, "I know all of their weaknesses, hehe. Such saps, you'll get to know."

Daily pinglist: @Sylphiette @Prescott @VolcanicThunder @GuardianDragonak @JinxMoonstone @Canisa @AshuriiAkemi @Watercolour @TrashHoe @HSoup @Lundlaeva @LadyOfTheSkies @Asphoxia @Alastriona1 @Zytorian @Sheona ----- [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49154142] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/491542/49154142_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] An ornately dressed wildclaw climbs onto a stage. He looks nervous, but only until a skydancer begins plucking out a mysterious and beautiful tune on a harp. Once the music begins, he is a changed dragon. He begins to sway back and forth. It's subtle at first, but soon his whole body is moving, and his polished finery flashes in the light. He raises his arms, tracing complicated patterns in the air with his outstretched claws. The focus moves to his shoulders as he rolls them in a figure eight, fluttering his wings. He is wearing a sylvan [I]and[/I] a feathered set over his real pair, and somehow all three are moving in slightly different directions. The effect is hypnotizing. He dips low, stretching his neck and tail out straight, then tucks them in and leaps absurdly high. Once, twice, three times he spins around, a whirl of color and grace, and lands solidly on his feet. All his jewelry chimes at the impact. He is still only long enough to let the sound ring in the air, then he is moving again, and he does not stop. He is too caught up in the rhythm. On and on he dances, becoming one with the music. Sometimes he makes eye contact with dragons in the crowd, and winks or smiles alluringly at them. From the tilt of his head to the flick of his feathered tail, every part of him is in motion. The dance flows like water from his limbs. All too soon, the song is over, and the wildclaw stops. He seems to notice the crowd he has attracted for the first time, and becomes nervous again. "Oh! Th-thank you for watching," he says. "Would anybody like some, uhh... stuff?" @VelveteenVixen Now there are entire flowers to gather up... wonder if they'd make a good tea. @Sylphiette The wildclaw shyly offers her a box. Nobody is quite sure where it came from. @HSoup He might see a wildclaw handing him a bowl full of weird grains. Please take care not to eat it. @Zytorian Fortunately, the ingredient she receives is fireprppf! Be careful not to drop it though. @jamesfitz3 He picks up some extra seasoning as he passes the dancing stage. Hopefully the dish turns out well! @MisterArtist The procedure is to find out where the allergies are coming from, open the chest, and... okay maybe not open it himself, fob it off on another clan member and make it their problem, perhaps. @DisastrousAbsol She may find the way between them littered with useful things to pick up! @croix He may find a sword harder to catch, but luckily the wildclaw hands it to him rather than throwing. @Maxine1337 The wildclaw is among those inclined to give her space, and he seems to find it hard to make eye contact, too. She's so intimidating with that helmet on! @dragonlover1234 "They went that way," the wildclaw said and pointed to where he had seen them go. @GuardianDragonak Requiem can probably take this unusual guide back to be friends with Spirit. @per1heli0n "Ah hello, would you like this? I think it matches your outfit." The wildclaw shyly offers an apparel piece. @crystallarium "Ah, I can see just what you need." The wildclaw hands him some more fruit to garnish his drinks with. @Asphoxia New friends aren't hard to come by here! In fact, here come some more now. @SilverQuark What a kind soul! The wildclaw decides to reward her generosity @Ultimate24700 The wildclaw dances along with both of them, then hands out treats to the hatchlings. @Canisa As Erratio gets increasingly frustrated, the wildclaw hands Dave some gifts and suggests he try to distract Nalia with them. @Welgan The wildclaw smiles to see such a wonderful example of friendship. Truly, what better embodiment of the spirit of Mistral Jamboree? @VolcanicThunder Luckily, kite-making is a favorite pastime for Wind dragons, and her kite quickly turns out... uh, passable. Still a little crooked, but the silks tied to the tail are beautiful. @Lundlaeva "What a nice windmill! Would you like some flowers to make it blow a fragrant breeze?" @AshuriiAkemi The hands are some sort of accidental curse, which he is [s]too incompetent[/s] having a hard time removing. Luckily they don't try to grab anyone who gets too close. @L1BR4 Itzli possibly may not understand the concept of gifts either, but hopefully they will be able to deliver these things to Cumulus and Einws when they find them. @YanderePower He might just end up collecting something more than information! @TrashHoe If only the wildclaw had any pillows to give out! Alas, just these weird friends. @JinxMoonstone Cupid hopes his performance was up to her standards! @Dil Uh oh, Cupid hopes he won't get any of those in his feathers. You don't even want to know what it takes to wash them properly! @dustclouds There sure are a lot of petals around! Malady might need a few more spells

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Daily pinglist:
@Sylphiette @Prescott @VolcanicThunder @GuardianDragonak @JinxMoonstone @Canisa @AshuriiAkemi @Watercolour @TrashHoe @HSoup @Lundlaeva @LadyOfTheSkies @Asphoxia @Alastriona1 @Zytorian @Sheona

An ornately dressed wildclaw climbs onto a stage. He looks nervous, but only until a skydancer begins plucking out a mysterious and beautiful tune on a harp. Once the music begins, he is a changed dragon. He begins to sway back and forth. It's subtle at first, but soon his whole body is moving, and his polished finery flashes in the light.

He raises his arms, tracing complicated patterns in the air with his outstretched claws. The focus moves to his shoulders as he rolls them in a figure eight, fluttering his wings. He is wearing a sylvan and a feathered set over his real pair, and somehow all three are moving in slightly different directions. The effect is hypnotizing. He dips low, stretching his neck and tail out straight, then tucks them in and leaps absurdly high. Once, twice, three times he spins around, a whirl of color and grace, and lands solidly on his feet. All his jewelry chimes at the impact.

He is still only long enough to let the sound ring in the air, then he is moving again, and he does not stop. He is too caught up in the rhythm. On and on he dances, becoming one with the music. Sometimes he makes eye contact with dragons in the crowd, and winks or smiles alluringly at them. From the tilt of his head to the flick of his feathered tail, every part of him is in motion. The dance flows like water from his limbs.

All too soon, the song is over, and the wildclaw stops. He seems to notice the crowd he has attracted for the first time, and becomes nervous again. "Oh! Th-thank you for watching," he says. "Would anybody like some, uhh... stuff?"

@VelveteenVixen Now there are entire flowers to gather up... wonder if they'd make a good tea.

@Sylphiette The wildclaw shyly offers her a box. Nobody is quite sure where it came from.

@HSoup He might see a wildclaw handing him a bowl full of weird grains. Please take care not to eat it.

@Zytorian Fortunately, the ingredient she receives is fireprppf! Be careful not to drop it though.

@jamesfitz3 He picks up some extra seasoning as he passes the dancing stage. Hopefully the dish turns out well!

@MisterArtist The procedure is to find out where the allergies are coming from, open the chest, and... okay maybe not open it himself, fob it off on another clan member and make it their problem, perhaps.

@DisastrousAbsol She may find the way between them littered with useful things to pick up!

@croix He may find a sword harder to catch, but luckily the wildclaw hands it to him rather than throwing.

@Maxine1337 The wildclaw is among those inclined to give her space, and he seems to find it hard to make eye contact, too. She's so intimidating with that helmet on!

@dragonlover1234 "They went that way," the wildclaw said and pointed to where he had seen them go.

@GuardianDragonak Requiem can probably take this unusual guide back to be friends with Spirit.

@per1heli0n "Ah hello, would you like this? I think it matches your outfit." The wildclaw shyly offers an apparel piece.

@crystallarium "Ah, I can see just what you need." The wildclaw hands him some more fruit to garnish his drinks with.

@Asphoxia New friends aren't hard to come by here! In fact, here come some more now.

@SilverQuark What a kind soul! The wildclaw decides to reward her generosity

@Ultimate24700 The wildclaw dances along with both of them, then hands out treats to the hatchlings.

@Canisa As Erratio gets increasingly frustrated, the wildclaw hands Dave some gifts and suggests he try to distract Nalia with them.

@Welgan The wildclaw smiles to see such a wonderful example of friendship. Truly, what better embodiment of the spirit of Mistral Jamboree?

@VolcanicThunder Luckily, kite-making is a favorite pastime for Wind dragons, and her kite quickly turns out... uh, passable. Still a little crooked, but the silks tied to the tail are beautiful.

@Lundlaeva "What a nice windmill! Would you like some flowers to make it blow a fragrant breeze?"

@AshuriiAkemi The hands are some sort of accidental curse, which he is ~~too incompetent~~ having a hard time removing. Luckily they don't try to grab anyone who gets too close.

@L1BR4 Itzli possibly may not understand the concept of gifts either, but hopefully they will be able to deliver these things to Cumulus and Einws when they find them.

@YanderePower He might just end up collecting something more than information!

@TrashHoe If only the wildclaw had any pillows to give out! Alas, just these weird friends.

@JinxMoonstone Cupid hopes his performance was up to her standards!

@Dil Uh oh, Cupid hopes he won't get any of those in his feathers. You don't even want to know what it takes to wash them properly!

@dustclouds There sure are a lot of petals around! Malady might need a few more spells