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2019 Gala Pageant Lore:
you walk into a smoky room, hoping you haven't been followed. it's hard enough to get the good stuff, nowadays, with it being illegal and whatnot.

you sit at the bar and order nectar, on the rocks (whatever that means). you hope the bartender doesn't notice how out of place you seem. he doesn't look at you weird, so you don't think he cares.

you're pondering what the attractiveness of places like this is when someone slides over to you. the figure is wearing a fedora, pulled low over their face, and a trench coat so long it almost covers the ground. you can feel them stare at you, even though you can't see their face.

"hey, buddy, someone left something for you," they say. you are confused. you didnt know you would be here--how would anyone else have known? "postdragon said it's from the icewarden."

you don't know what the icewarden would want with you, but you head outside, anyway. he's honestly kinda scary, and you really don't want to tick him off.

you step outside behind the mysterious figure, who starts unbuttoning their trenchcoat. you look away awkwardly, unsure of the proper social protocol in this situation. when the trench coat falls away, you see three fae perched on top of each other. the one on the top spreads her wings and flies off. that doesn't make the situation any less awkward, and you clear your throat in a futile attempt to dispel the tension.

the larger fae whistles, and a tundra steps from behind the dumpster, carrying an iron chest. the chest was probably useful at one point, but it now has to be held together with chains. there is ice breaking through the iron. you wonder what happened.

"the cold reclaims," reply all three dragons in front of you. you're pretty sure you didn't say the question out loud, but you don't really care. you wonder if your lair is okay while you're at the gala.

"use it well," the smaller fae whispers at you, and then all three dragons take off, leaving you with a frozen box covered in chains.

you pick it up, not wanting to upset the icewarden, and turn around to go back inside, but the smoky room is gone. shrugging, you take off to fly home.



artist: @TwentySeven