CLOSED TEMPORARILY
I am on hiatus for the time being to spend more time on making music! I'll return in November!
& PINS!
You walk along a narrow path of soft earth, twisting and turning through the woods. The trees are lush with soft, young leaves, whispering as the wind passes through them. Laughter and strains of music in the distance pique your interest; you follow your ears until the branches part, revealing an open clearing…
You’re not quite sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this. Blankets. Blankets everywhere. Hung from trees and across branches like flags, over wooden frames as makeshift tents, and spread over the ground in groups of two or three. A ragtag group of young adult dragons are dotted around the gently sloping hillside, draped in brightly colored fabric. Their scales are adorned with swirling patterns of paint that glitters in the sunlight. Feathers of all sizes and patterns hang from the dragons’ manes, swaying as they sing, dance, and play their instruments with abandon.
A mossy-hued Spiral sporting an oversized headband looks up from playing his ukelele and locks eyes with you. Instantly, a beaming grin spreads across his face as he motions for you to come over. At his side sits another Spiral; a serene-looking female coiled into a meditative pose, the feathers of a Paradise Zalis arranged atop her head in an intricate, crown-like fashion.
“Hey there, wanderer!” he calls out cheerfully. ‘’Are you lost? That’s the best way to be!” The female smiles at you warmly as you make your way over. Before them is a large woven blanket with an array of necklaces laid carefully on top.
‘’I’m @PanFrances, and this here is @Wildstyle. We’re chasin’ the dream, you dig?” He gestures to the rest of the camp. ‘’We call ourselves the Drifting Stones. We’re all on tour here. Permanantly. We go wherever Murdoch and the Prowlers go. Gnarly band, am I right?” He flashes a toothy grin. ‘’Only thing is, it’s real hard to hold down a job when you’re, like... riders on the storm, know what I mean? So Wild makes jewelry, helps us keep food on the table. Check it out!’’
I am on hiatus for the time being to spend more time on making music! I'll return in November!
& PINS!
You walk along a narrow path of soft earth, twisting and turning through the woods. The trees are lush with soft, young leaves, whispering as the wind passes through them. Laughter and strains of music in the distance pique your interest; you follow your ears until the branches part, revealing an open clearing…
You’re not quite sure what you were expecting, but it wasn’t this. Blankets. Blankets everywhere. Hung from trees and across branches like flags, over wooden frames as makeshift tents, and spread over the ground in groups of two or three. A ragtag group of young adult dragons are dotted around the gently sloping hillside, draped in brightly colored fabric. Their scales are adorned with swirling patterns of paint that glitters in the sunlight. Feathers of all sizes and patterns hang from the dragons’ manes, swaying as they sing, dance, and play their instruments with abandon.
A mossy-hued Spiral sporting an oversized headband looks up from playing his ukelele and locks eyes with you. Instantly, a beaming grin spreads across his face as he motions for you to come over. At his side sits another Spiral; a serene-looking female coiled into a meditative pose, the feathers of a Paradise Zalis arranged atop her head in an intricate, crown-like fashion.
“Hey there, wanderer!” he calls out cheerfully. ‘’Are you lost? That’s the best way to be!” The female smiles at you warmly as you make your way over. Before them is a large woven blanket with an array of necklaces laid carefully on top.
‘’I’m @PanFrances, and this here is @Wildstyle. We’re chasin’ the dream, you dig?” He gestures to the rest of the camp. ‘’We call ourselves the Drifting Stones. We’re all on tour here. Permanantly. We go wherever Murdoch and the Prowlers go. Gnarly band, am I right?” He flashes a toothy grin. ‘’Only thing is, it’s real hard to hold down a job when you’re, like... riders on the storm, know what I mean? So Wild makes jewelry, helps us keep food on the table. Check it out!’’
They/them
+3 FR time
