Creative Corner

[b]Your Name:[/b] Kerriganne [b]Element:[/b] Ice [b]Entry:[/b] Day 1 [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34482068] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/344821/34482068_350.png[/img] [/url] Most people don't think that an ice and snow carnival and flowers would have anything to do with each other, but that's where they're wrong. Schnee sells plenty of types of flowers and flower seeds that blossom beautifully in the snowfields! Even when he isn't selling actively at the carnival, he adores looking at the work of those who are. The crystalline gala is his favorite festival in Sornieth for a reason, though he sometimes catches himself looking enviously at the couples and friend groups that are wandering around aimlessly. He's not too interested in most of his clanmates, if they can be called that- his family is just barely a part of their clan, and live a few miles away from them. That being said... perhaps he could use some company... [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36246369] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/362464/36246369_350.png[/img] [/url] His first plan was to ask one of the other artisans and gather inspiration with them, but he sees a slightly younger imperial with scales that glimmer the colors of ice at dawn, and his interest is piqued enough to distract him. He asks her if she would like to spend some time at the carnival with him, and she timidly accepts. They walk through the carnival together, mostly silent. Schnee feels... uneasy. What if this dragon, Pearl, didn't actually want to be there with him? He's used to silence- he isn't the most talkative dragon himself, after all. But Pearl seems even more quiet. He asks her if she is having a good time, and she says yes, she is. "I'm glad," Schnee says. "I was afraid my talk of snowfield flowers might bore you." "Not at all, though I'm more interested in gems, personally." Pearl laughed softly. "If there were an arrangement with both, though, I think that would be stunning." Schnee stopped, and thought deeply. "I could make one," he said absent-mindedly. "We could make one. Together." Pearl thought deeply. Then, she laughed, a hint of unease in her voice. "Maybe. I don't know what I want to do yet." The young imperials continued through the carnival.

[size=4][font=Times New Roman]Hanakoto, Water (and wishing I hadn't left Ice. Oh well.)[/font][/size] ----- [size=5][color=#0D095B][font=blackadder itc]"Every year, My Queen,"[/font][/color][/size][size=4][font=Book Antiqua] Andhera grumbled.[/font][/size] [size=5][color=#0D095B][font=blackadder itc]"Every. Year."[/font][/color][/size] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=37376767] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/373768/37376767.png[/img] [/url][/center] [size=4][color=#990012][font=Georgia]"Then you should be an expert at the games,"[/font][/color] [font=book antiqua]Meroe said crisply.[/font] [color=#990012][font=Georgia]"Besides, I thought you liked the biathlon--especially after they decreed returning champions can use a bow."[/font][/color][/size] [center][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34127814] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/341279/34127814.png[/img] [/url][/center] [size=5][color=#0D095B][font=blackadder itc]"Just because I like something, doesn't mean I want it all the time."[/font][/color][/size] [size=4][font=Book Antiqua]The clan's fightmaster realized she was snapping at her queen and tried to modulate her tone a little better.[/font][/size] [size=5][color=#0D095B][font=blackadder itc]"Please send Cocytus? He's [i]made [/i]for this event!"[/font][/color][/size] [size=4][color=#990012][font=Georgia]"Cocytus is banned from the Sornieth Winter Games after too many gold medals."[/font][/color] [font=book antiqua]The Queen smiled slyly.[/font] [color=#990012][font=Georgia]"At any rate, he's been assigned to escort duty this year and isn't available to so much as advise. I would also not recommend selecting Capricorn...she seems to have gotten herself into some sort of...weeklong quest. I only hope she comes back to us alive."[/font][/color][/size] [size=5][color=#0D095B][font=blackadder itc]"January?"[/font][/color][/size][size=4][font=Book Antiqua] Andhera asked desperately.[/font][/size] [size=5][color=#0D095B][font=blackadder itc]"Andraste?"[/font][/color][/size] [size=4][color=#990012][font=Georgia]"[i]Lady[/i] Andraste is busy in the observatory. Something about grave changes for the High Queen this year."[/font][/color] [font=book antiqua]Meroe considered the other option.[/font] [color=#990012][font=Georgia]"I will ask January if she wishes to captain the Games team this year, on the condition you agree to be her second."[/font][/color][/size] [size=4][font=Book Antiqua]Andhera bowed deeply.[/font][/size] [size=5][color=#0D095B][font=blackadder itc]"Anything, my Queen...[i]anything![/i]"[/font][/color][/size] ----- [size=4][font=Times New Roman]So I ended up picking a dragon who [i]doesn't [/i]like the festivities, and I used enough adverbs to give Stephen King nightmares. Way to go, Hana! (*rolls her eyes at herself*)[/font][/size]

[b]Your Name:[/b] Canisa [b]Element:[/b] Arcane [b]Entry:[/b] Day 1 -- Carnival Lore [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=5161113] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/51612/5161113_350.png[/img] [/url] [I][b]Emerald[/b] stretched her wings, looking around her. It seemed amazing that a full year had passed already, but here it was: The Crystalline Gala. The sights and sounds of her Birth Flight flowed around her, reminding her poignantly of how much she loved this area of Sornieth, especially around this time of year.[/I] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=4677342] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/46774/4677342.png[/img] [/url] [I]Hearing a commotion behind her, the older Ice Dragon glanced back at her old friend and Clanmate, [b]Runemster[/b], who was currently checking out the Food Booths. It had become something of a tradition for the two dragons to attend the Festival together--usually also accompanied by Spellweaver, Rune's over-excited mate--ever since the first time they had done so, three years before. Emerald smiled at that memory, seeing again in her mind the young, anxious Coatl she had been, desperate to reconnect with her roots, but afraid to make a fool of herself in front of other Ice Dragons...and the rambunctious, pushy older Spiral who had practically shoved her into the Sledding competition at the first Winter Games. She had not won the competition that year--not even close--but Rune's insistence that she trust her inborn instincts had enabled Em to reconnect to her Birth Flight, and truly enjoy being back among the Ice Flows. And now she and Runemaster always traveled here together, to partake in the various activities and events on offer every year. There were, however, problems with bringing a Spiral like Rune into an area filled with dragons who had no idea what he did for a hobby....Emerald sighed, flicked her tail, and headed over to gently remind her Clanmate that talking a bunch of impressionable young Ice Dragons into painting runes on various food stuffs "just to see what would happen when they were charged" was NOT a good idea. Especially since she wanted desperately to get to the Sornieth Winter Games before they closed entries for the day, and she did not want to have to explain to Carnival security why a food stall had blown up...or have to explain to Spellweaver why her beloved mate was in chains.... [/I]

[b]Your Name:[/b] Rosoidela [b]Element:[/b] Shadow [b]Entry:[/b] Day 1 [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=1540509] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/15406/1540509_350.png[/img] [/url] She glanced furtively around. In the distance, carnival music and laughter and everyone was so [i]happy[/i] and here she was, standing at the outskirts and feeling like a complete stalker. She hoped no one would mistake her for a kidnapper. It had happened many times before, and no matter how many times she said, “No! Really! I don’t even [i]like[/i] kids.” no one ever seemed to believe her. But for once, she wasn’t hanging around like a creep because of a misunderstanding. No, she was terrified of something much, much scarier. Her clan. Word would spread everywhere, like a raging wildfire that burned and burned, and no matter how much she could try to douse the flames, she’d only end up fanning them until everyone would be pointing and laughing and saying: “That crazy Skydancer went to a [i]carnival[/i]? The one who never leaves her den?” And she could just imagine the [i]look[/i] they’d give her. That strange, unsure of what to make of her look that they always had whenever she did something unusual or downright weird. … Except she didn’t think she ever did anything that was that weird. Footsteps. She stiffened, trying not to move as a dragon wandered past, almost brushing against her ([i]Too close! Much too close![/i]) before she caught herself. This was supposed to be a [i]happy[/i] time. So she smiled at him in a friendly kind of way. Except maybe she didn’t get it right. Maybe she did it in a creepy kind of way because the dragon took one look at her and fled. She watched the dragon disappear into the crowds, and considered leaving her nice li’l corner to get some candy, or play a game, and be happy and carefree. But then she thought of her clan, and all the people having so much fun, and no doubt someone would accuse her of kidnapping a hatchling [i]again[/i], so she just sat there, content to let the carnival music wash over her as she hummed along in a not so creepy way. Except it was totally in a creepy way.

[b]Your Name:[/b] AthenaCorvus [b]Element:[/b] Water [b]Entry:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=36946551] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/369466/36946551_350.png[/img] [/url] "Carnivals, oh, carnivals..." Astraeus skipped through the snow with barely concealed excitement, the bells on his costume jingling delicately. He took in the sight of the many booths, attractions and celebrating dragons. Behind him, in a distance of a few meters, followed a massive Imperial who looked decidedly less excited. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33868594] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/338686/33868594_350.png[/img] [/url] Vanir, the clan's treasurer, didn't seem to be entirely sure why Astraeus dragged him along to the carnival. As usual, he had dark circles under his eyes and exuded a gloomy aura that wouldn't fit the cheerful surroundings. Some dragons that passed them made an extra wide swerve around the Imperial, trying to avoid his negativity. Astraeus didn't seem to be fazed by his attitude. The performer had wished to visit this carnival and decided to take his friend with him. Vanir deserved some time off from his duties and needed to mingle with the rest of the world. And though usually shy and soft-spoken, the Skydancer could be [i]very[/i] persistent. Vanir kept a close eye on the colourful speck prancing through the white snow in front of him. What if there were pickpockets around? He already made up plans in his mind on how to chase them away just in case, and didn't notice that his friend had turned around to address him. "Vanir! Are you listening?" The Imperial shook his head in confusion and squinted at Astraeus. The Skydancer's shoulders sagged in exasperation. "I was telling you about that snack stand over there. They are selling candied apples." And with those words, he grabbed a corner of Vanir's cloak and dragged him over to the booth. Five minutes later, both of them were nibbling on their glazed snacks. Vanir had paid for them, of course. He had some honour as the clan's treasurer and Astraeus didn't ever get enough gold for his dancing anyway. Speaking of gold, they spent some more on a game booth where Astraeus won a fluffy, stuffed mith doll and on a carousel that Astraeus left feeling a bit dizzy. As he sat down on a bench for a moment, Vanir's mind wandered off again. Now, about those pickpockets...

[center][quote="Daily Prompt]Day #1: Pick a dragon from your Lair who likes attending winter carnival every year. Write about them inviting a friend with them, and what activities they enjoyed doing. Feel free to post what dragon you chose for the carnival, with your writing.[/quote] Your Name: Cheshly Element: Arcane Entry: Winter is known amongst her clan to be a well mannered and articulate young dragon. She was raised to be a flight representative after all, and her father would have disowned her if she wasn't the best. However, there is a certain time of year when her clan gets to see a different side of her, the Crystalline Gala. As soon as the carnival rolls into town, Winter's mood completely morphs. She never stops smiling, and she drag her mate, Frost, around as she visits every single stand. As long as Frost gets his favorite sea salt ice cream, he's fine with it, of course. Winter's utter happiness is a rare sight for him, and he enjoys every moment of it. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34837334] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/348374/34837334_350.png[/img] [/url]

Your ID Name: Amyatzu Element: Ice (INF) Entry: [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=25702783] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/257028/25702783.png[/img] [/url] Maybe it was the flashing lights, maybe it was the way that everyone had something else on their mind at the carnival; celebration, good tidings to one's flight. Sure, that was good and all, but mistletoe enjoyed the carnival for a whole other reason. Dragons felt safe here, and it was her job to keep it that way. She usually was paid by more sinister dragons with intentions that were... morally grey to say the least. But they'd paid her enough, and she was going to defend this carnival with her life. Springing from shadow to shadow, confronting suspicious dragons or even previous targets or buyers that she hadn't agreed with, she made sure that nobody got past her. Claws tipped with her namesake venom and eyes sharp, watching, waiting. She longed to join in on the activities but wasn't able to. Her sole purpose was to protect. After the first day or so, she warmed up to the idea of maybe participating in-between jobs, just to keep an eye out in different places. Yeah, part of the job. She flew towards the stands selling various goods and boasting various prizes from her perch atop the ferris wheel, choosing one to go to. And, after an hour, she realized that maybe diverting from the job at hand once in awhile wasn't a bad thing, and kept one interesting. Tomorrow she might as well play some games, too. Maybe try some new ones. You know, to keep an eye out. She certainly wasn't having [i]fun[/i] or anything. That wasn't in the job description.

[b]Your Name: Gusted[/b] [b]Element: Water[/b] [b]Entry:[/b] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=33878197] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/338782/33878197_350.png[/img] [/url] Maratra is probably, to everyone else in the clan, the least likely candidate to enjoy the Gala. But she, of course, doesn't care what they think and break the rules anyways. Little do they know that she enjoys every festival. When the clan sees her laughing, they think it's a trick, like everything else that the vicious warrior does. But no. For once, the fighter is having fun. The snow on her battle scars relaxes her, and she laughs and frolics like she always wishes she can. Yet, all at once, the festival is over as quickly as it started, and everyone, especially her, are forced to go back to living their bittersweet lives. Of course, that was until the next festival.

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