Nereides awoke with an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. Understandable, considering there was to be a party soon. She thrived in parties, provided she was prepared.
She needed a gift. And an outfit. Her everyday attire (no matter how splendid) would not do the trick.
Humming to herself, she quickly prepared for the day, planning on coming back and changing before the feast. Maybe she would buy something new for herself in town.
Leaving her den, she caught sight of the skydancer, Polaris, who seemed to be heading back to her own home.
Nereides nodded in her direction.
Nereides awoke with an odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. Understandable, considering there was to be a party soon. She thrived in parties, provided she was prepared.
She needed a gift. And an outfit. Her everyday attire (no matter how splendid) would not do the trick.
Humming to herself, she quickly prepared for the day, planning on coming back and changing before the feast. Maybe she would buy something new for herself in town.
Leaving her den, she caught sight of the skydancer, Polaris, who seemed to be heading back to her own home.
Nereides nodded in her direction.
The day before had been a bit odd. She went out and got her coworker a warm drink for the season, but unfortunately he seemed upset with how she reacted to his teasing. To think he was looking for that kind of reaction, but somehow she did something wrong. The rest of that day she stayed inside the den, occasionally looking out for Ji-Woon to come back.
Was it wrong of her to not go after him and apologize? Maybe, but she didn't think she really did anything wrong. Or, maybe he wasn't even upset or whatever. She was probably overthinking anyways. As the sun went down, she ended up dozing off next to the two cups.
The next day she had woken up next to Ji-Woon. Perhaps he moved her while she was asleep, or she just forgot about moving. Either way, she was glad to be next to him again.. Only hoping she doesn't push him away today.
She stretched her wings and lightly patted Ji-Woon's head. He was still asleep, but she knew he'd wake up soon. There was feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach, but she couldn't let it bother her forever. Today she'll act like it didn't happen and continue on with their time here.
"Ji-Woon, wake up. I can make you breakfast, or um.. Maybe we can see if there's anywhere here that sells food." She poked at him, trying to wake him up. She was hungry, and felt like this was a good excuse to do something nice for him. Again. This time, she wont screw it up.
The day before had been a bit odd. She went out and got her coworker a warm drink for the season, but unfortunately he seemed upset with how she reacted to his teasing. To think he was looking for that kind of reaction, but somehow she did something wrong. The rest of that day she stayed inside the den, occasionally looking out for Ji-Woon to come back.
Was it wrong of her to not go after him and apologize? Maybe, but she didn't think she really did anything wrong. Or, maybe he wasn't even upset or whatever. She was probably overthinking anyways. As the sun went down, she ended up dozing off next to the two cups.
The next day she had woken up next to Ji-Woon. Perhaps he moved her while she was asleep, or she just forgot about moving. Either way, she was glad to be next to him again.. Only hoping she doesn't push him away today.
She stretched her wings and lightly patted Ji-Woon's head. He was still asleep, but she knew he'd wake up soon. There was feeling of guilt in the pit of her stomach, but she couldn't let it bother her forever. Today she'll act like it didn't happen and continue on with their time here.
"Ji-Woon, wake up. I can make you breakfast, or um.. Maybe we can see if there's anywhere here that sells food." She poked at him, trying to wake him up. She was hungry, and felt like this was a good excuse to do something nice for him. Again. This time, she wont screw it up.
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She/her | Fr +2
limp biskrit breakstuff
Elf bowling
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Adriano was never the most excited about going to social events, but this one seemed to be a requirement. Sighing to himself, he adjusted his tailcoat based on his reflection, lamenting how unnatural it felt against his scales. Perhaps the worst part of his outfit was the jewelry he’d chosen to wear. Metal had never been a favorite of his since he became a druid, meaning he normally refused to wear it. He only wore it now because it was a gift from a friend, and it seemed rude to never wear it. Today was as good an opportunity as ever to cross that off his to do list.
After deciding there was no way to keep his collar from itching, Adriano abandoned his mirror and moved towards his kitchen, Aedwulf close on his heels. He could hear his kettle screaming from here. As soon as he reached it, he poured his homemade tea into two cups, and Aedwulf capped them both off with lids. Smiling, Adriano picked up the cups and made his way to the door. His parda quickly jumped onto his back, eager to take a ride.
Adriano tried to ignore the biting gale that met him upon exiting his house, instead focusing on making it to his destination. He had one stop to make before heading to the party. He traced his same path as yesterday, intending to do the same thing as yesterday, just with tea instead of hot cocoa. He intended to take Gateau to the party so he wouldn’t be so lonely. That was the nice thing to do, right? It’s what any friend would do. He liked to think he was Gateau’s friend, at the very least…
Today, Aedwulf did the honors of knocking on the door, saving Adriano the trouble.
throws dart at board
Adriano votes for Nereides
Adriano was never the most excited about going to social events, but this one seemed to be a requirement. Sighing to himself, he adjusted his tailcoat based on his reflection, lamenting how unnatural it felt against his scales. Perhaps the worst part of his outfit was the jewelry he’d chosen to wear. Metal had never been a favorite of his since he became a druid, meaning he normally refused to wear it. He only wore it now because it was a gift from a friend, and it seemed rude to never wear it. Today was as good an opportunity as ever to cross that off his to do list.
After deciding there was no way to keep his collar from itching, Adriano abandoned his mirror and moved towards his kitchen, Aedwulf close on his heels. He could hear his kettle screaming from here. As soon as he reached it, he poured his homemade tea into two cups, and Aedwulf capped them both off with lids. Smiling, Adriano picked up the cups and made his way to the door. His parda quickly jumped onto his back, eager to take a ride.
Adriano tried to ignore the biting gale that met him upon exiting his house, instead focusing on making it to his destination. He had one stop to make before heading to the party. He traced his same path as yesterday, intending to do the same thing as yesterday, just with tea instead of hot cocoa. He intended to take Gateau to the party so he wouldn’t be so lonely. That was the nice thing to do, right? It’s what any friend would do. He liked to think he was Gateau’s friend, at the very least…
Today, Aedwulf did the honors of knocking on the door, saving Adriano the trouble.
throws dart at board
Adriano votes for Nereides
Live today. Don’t wait for tomorrow.
Yun-Jin was only slightly annoyed at the fact that he was questioning her on her cooking skills. Of course she knew how to cook, she was a fire dragon. Well, maybe that wasn't a good reason. But now she was wanting to succeed in this, because she clearly didn't need to fail him if he was going to tease her about it.
"Y-yeah. I can. I'll come up with something, just.. You can help me if you'd like?" She felt embarrassed asking, but maybe with his help she could make something edible and not burnt. "I know you use to work around food, so we could probably make something nice."
She looked through their stash of food they had. It wasn't much, because they hadn't really gone out to shop. Did she really want to go out in the cold again for more ingredients? She looked over at him and back at the supplies.
"Maybe we could go out and eat.. Or do what you said and grab some meat from one of the stalls if they have one around here." She was a bit relieved by this, but still feeling like she was being lazy. "Or, if this is enough we can work with this. I just don't see what we can do with it."
Yun-Jin was only slightly annoyed at the fact that he was questioning her on her cooking skills. Of course she knew how to cook, she was a fire dragon. Well, maybe that wasn't a good reason. But now she was wanting to succeed in this, because she clearly didn't need to fail him if he was going to tease her about it.
"Y-yeah. I can. I'll come up with something, just.. You can help me if you'd like?" She felt embarrassed asking, but maybe with his help she could make something edible and not burnt. "I know you use to work around food, so we could probably make something nice."
She looked through their stash of food they had. It wasn't much, because they hadn't really gone out to shop. Did she really want to go out in the cold again for more ingredients? She looked over at him and back at the supplies.
"Maybe we could go out and eat.. Or do what you said and grab some meat from one of the stalls if they have one around here." She was a bit relieved by this, but still feeling like she was being lazy. "Or, if this is enough we can work with this. I just don't see what we can do with it."
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She/her | Fr +2
limp biskrit breakstuff
Elf bowling
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Zemir didn’t want to wake up this morning, but he had heard about a party and Zemir loved parties, they made assassinating people easier, sparks more confusion but as long as you can get out quickly it could be very helpful, though if you got out late you’re practically doomed. Though he’s no longer an assassin so it doesn’t matter though he gets requests once in awhile. Zemir still likes parties because he can talk to people, get some social interaction, learn about more teas, make some new connections. He automatically walks over to his closet and looks in the back of it where he has his fancier clothes.
(Edit: temp vote on dioramos)
Zemir didn’t want to wake up this morning, but he had heard about a party and Zemir loved parties, they made assassinating people easier, sparks more confusion but as long as you can get out quickly it could be very helpful, though if you got out late you’re practically doomed. Though he’s no longer an assassin so it doesn’t matter though he gets requests once in awhile. Zemir still likes parties because he can talk to people, get some social interaction, learn about more teas, make some new connections. He automatically walks over to his closet and looks in the back of it where he has his fancier clothes.
(Edit: temp vote on dioramos)
Polaris adjusted the last of her jewellery, checked that her gloves hadn't gotten powder over them, and nodded back in satisfaction at the piece of ice currently serving as her mirror.
With the tiny flecks of silver over her wings, it brought the whole "ice princess" aesthetic together quite well. As an ice dragon, she didn't need so many layers, of course, but this Snowfall Robe would be completely fine, even indoors, if now was an indication. It had been a while since she had attended any social event, but fortunately she had lost none of her manners (she hoped).
Fancy clothes, check. Present for Dio, check. Morning coffee, check. Fake but pleasant smile, check. Manners, check.
Good. Polaris iced the floor under the statue and quickly added ice wheels, before moving the statue out of the library and into the open proper. The statue depicting Dio about to strike actually looked quite decent with the morning light shining through the translucent wings. So, she left it in front of Dio's house with a letter.
It was showtime.
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[quote=The Letter]
[i]To our leader Dioramos,
My heartfelt wishes and blessings are coming your way on the wonderful occasion of our great leader's birthday. We paean you and your immeasurable contributions to our Clan in your time as leader. I will fervently pray that you receive more than you have hoped for this birthday, that you live in interesting times, and that your every wish come true.
Yours sincerely,
Polaris Everwinter
[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/69532778]Boreal Blizzard[/url]
[/i]
[/quote]
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Polaris votes for [b]Dio [/b] entirely out of spite for his taxes, but is willing to change it.
((The entire letter is a giant insult))
Polaris adjusted the last of her jewellery, checked that her gloves hadn't gotten powder over them, and nodded back in satisfaction at the piece of ice currently serving as her mirror.
With the tiny flecks of silver over her wings, it brought the whole "ice princess" aesthetic together quite well. As an ice dragon, she didn't need so many layers, of course, but this Snowfall Robe would be completely fine, even indoors, if now was an indication. It had been a while since she had attended any social event, but fortunately she had lost none of her manners (she hoped).
Fancy clothes, check. Present for Dio, check. Morning coffee, check. Fake but pleasant smile, check. Manners, check.
Good. Polaris iced the floor under the statue and quickly added ice wheels, before moving the statue out of the library and into the open proper. The statue depicting Dio about to strike actually looked quite decent with the morning light shining through the translucent wings. So, she left it in front of Dio's house with a letter.
It was showtime.
The Letter wrote:
To our leader Dioramos,
My heartfelt wishes and blessings are coming your way on the wonderful occasion of our great leader's birthday. We paean you and your immeasurable contributions to our Clan in your time as leader. I will fervently pray that you receive more than you have hoped for this birthday, that you live in interesting times, and that your every wish come true.
Yours sincerely,
Polaris Everwinter
Boreal Blizzard
Polaris votes for
Dio entirely out of spite for his taxes, but is willing to change it.
((The entire letter is a giant insult))
Clay jolted awake.
Huh?
He'd finished carefully painting the runes to speed up the glazing process, and just slid the mugs into the kiln. With the addition of the temporary markings, they would have been ready to go in half an hour... what time was it?
Seven in the morning?! He'd slept in!
The child—raised to wake up the very moment the sun cleared the horizon, and in winter even earlier—began to panic, then remembered his mother wasn't here.
Oh well. It wasn't a good habit to keep up anyway.
The kiln!
Frantically, Clay scrambled to the structure—sighing in relief when he felt its cold surface. At least he hadn't forgotten to turn the timer on.
Slipping on the body suit, the child slowly drew the tray out of the kiln, as not to cause the mugs to crumble if they turned out to be unbaked.
They seemed in perfect shape.
Turning the cyan mug streaked through with white over, Clay examined the stylised snowflake-ice rune he'd indented into the surface of the ceramic before glazing. It shimmered with the faint selenite powder he'd mixed into the white glaze.
That should keep the vendor's drinks frosty—though he doubted she'd really need it.
The mug's smokey-black and cloudy, flashy vermillion counterpart hadn't fared any worse. Sculpted clouds of billowing ash cradled a raised fire-warmth rune, painted in bright glaze.
He ran a talon down the handle of the mug, channeling a brief pulse of magic into it. As the rune began to glow, Clay carried the mug to the sink, watching as the water splashed into the cup. Immediately, the liquid started to gently steam with a cozy heat.
Good, the rune was working. It would probably only require minimal recharging with any type of magic once every two months or so. The golem turned the rune back off with another touch of the handle, pouring out the water.
With the gift completed, he found one of his sturdier cardboard boxes. He lined the box with slightly-crumpled reedpaper, stuffing some inside the mugs for good measure, then shut the lid and tied it with some twine.
Great! Now he had to find the nice hot chocolate vendor.
Wait, was that her right outside in the square? With a massive ice statue of an Imperial?
Picking up his gift, Clay opened the door and stepped outside to investigate.
Clay jolted awake.
Huh?
He'd finished carefully painting the runes to speed up the glazing process, and just slid the mugs into the kiln. With the addition of the temporary markings, they would have been ready to go in half an hour... what time was it?
Seven in the morning?! He'd slept in!
The child—raised to wake up the very moment the sun cleared the horizon, and in winter even earlier—began to panic, then remembered his mother wasn't here.
Oh well. It wasn't a good habit to keep up anyway.
The kiln!
Frantically, Clay scrambled to the structure—sighing in relief when he felt its cold surface. At least he hadn't forgotten to turn the timer on.
Slipping on the body suit, the child slowly drew the tray out of the kiln, as not to cause the mugs to crumble if they turned out to be unbaked.
They seemed in perfect shape.
Turning the cyan mug streaked through with white over, Clay examined the stylised snowflake-ice rune he'd indented into the surface of the ceramic before glazing. It shimmered with the faint selenite powder he'd mixed into the white glaze.
That should keep the vendor's drinks frosty—though he doubted she'd really need it.
The mug's smokey-black and cloudy, flashy vermillion counterpart hadn't fared any worse. Sculpted clouds of billowing ash cradled a raised fire-warmth rune, painted in bright glaze.
He ran a talon down the handle of the mug, channeling a brief pulse of magic into it. As the rune began to glow, Clay carried the mug to the sink, watching as the water splashed into the cup. Immediately, the liquid started to gently steam with a cozy heat.
Good, the rune was working. It would probably only require minimal recharging with any type of magic once every two months or so. The golem turned the rune back off with another touch of the handle, pouring out the water.
With the gift completed, he found one of his sturdier cardboard boxes. He lined the box with slightly-crumpled reedpaper, stuffing some inside the mugs for good measure, then shut the lid and tied it with some twine.
Great! Now he had to find the nice hot chocolate vendor.
Wait, was that her right outside in the square? With a massive ice statue of an Imperial?
Picking up his gift, Clay opened the door and stepped outside to investigate.
Gateau opened the door, wearing the same outfit as usual, only having to use a bit of magic to adjust his headpiece and skirt. He was surprised to see Adriano again, and seemingly dressed up for something.
"Oh. H-Hi....Adriano ..... you're here again. Um ........you look...." He paused, then looked away. "Nice."
Was nice the right word? Gateau didn't know. What if the outfit wasn't for anything special and he just assumed? Unless there was something special and he forgot?
"....Is there something...going on....?" The coatl looked around, before staring at his own outfit. Nothing special prepared. "Sh- should I...be dressed too...?"
Gateau opened the door, wearing the same outfit as usual, only having to use a bit of magic to adjust his headpiece and skirt. He was surprised to see Adriano again, and seemingly dressed up for something.
"Oh. H-Hi....Adriano ..... you're here again. Um ........you look...." He paused, then looked away. "Nice."
Was nice the right word? Gateau didn't know. What if the outfit wasn't for anything special and he just assumed? Unless there was something special and he forgot?
"....Is there something...going on....?" The coatl looked around, before staring at his own outfit. Nothing special prepared. "Sh- should I...be dressed too...?"
Aurum's wings drooped as he surveyed over the contents of the package that had been dropped off next to his door last night. There was a note attached, reading:
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Hey, Aurum! Hope I got this address right. Kreedline told me the clan you’re staying in is having some big festival in a couple of days? A cultural thing or something. You’ll have to tell me the details when you get back. So I’m sending you some appropriate apparel! Knowing you, you’d probably just like to show up in your normal stuff. Or not at all. Don’t argue with me(you can’t anyway, it’s a letter haha), just try it all on and pick out whatever you think works best! I hope this all reaches you in time; if not, that would be pretty silly.
Oh, and hear me out– there is
some gold in there. I know you hate it, but it really does match, and in my opinion it actually would help to hide your gold better, you know? Hiding in plain sight? People would think it’s all just decoration, like Mana’s dripping gold. I packed some silver in there as well, though, just in case you really do feel uncomfortable. Have fun, Aurum, and see you soon! I’ll miss you during Christmas.
Sincerely, and with the warmest of Yuletide wishes,
Viverra iya SilverSong
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Aurum sighed, looking himself over in the mirror. He looked like a flaming heap of cotton and smoke. The outfit was most definitely a bit too cluttered for his taste, but… ah well, he didn’t hate it. Viverra was right; the extra gold apparel really did blend in with the patches. Not that he would wear this on a regular basis— oh, no. Never. But for only one day, he supposed, it wasn’t too bad. The real test of the day would be surviving the party. Agh, what a nightmare.
OH— THE GIFT!
He scurried around in a panic, peeking in bookshelves and under various furniture. Finally, he found it; his flute, the old carved wooden one he’d played for years. He had worked late into the night composing a clever tune for the leader of the clan… although he had never even met him. Hopefully, the Wildclaw wouldn’t have to play for him anyway, but it was nice to have something, just in case.
Aurum fingered a few of the holes nervously before tucking it into a pouch at his side, concealed by the swathes of orange cloth. He cautiously opened the door and peeked out, before darting ahead and traveling towards the town square area.
Reluctantly Formal
Aurum's wings drooped as he surveyed over the contents of the package that had been dropped off next to his door last night. There was a note attached, reading:
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Hey, Aurum! Hope I got this address right. Kreedline told me the clan you’re staying in is having some big festival in a couple of days? A cultural thing or something. You’ll have to tell me the details when you get back. So I’m sending you some appropriate apparel! Knowing you, you’d probably just like to show up in your normal stuff. Or not at all. Don’t argue with me(you can’t anyway, it’s a letter haha), just try it all on and pick out whatever you think works best! I hope this all reaches you in time; if not, that would be pretty silly.
Oh, and hear me out– there is
some gold in there. I know you hate it, but it really does match, and in my opinion it actually would help to hide your gold better, you know? Hiding in plain sight? People would think it’s all just decoration, like Mana’s dripping gold. I packed some silver in there as well, though, just in case you really do feel uncomfortable. Have fun, Aurum, and see you soon! I’ll miss you during Christmas.
Sincerely, and with the warmest of Yuletide wishes,
Viverra iya SilverSong
…
Aurum sighed, looking himself over in the mirror. He looked like a flaming heap of cotton and smoke. The outfit was most definitely a bit too cluttered for his taste, but… ah well, he didn’t hate it. Viverra was right; the extra gold apparel really did blend in with the patches. Not that he would wear this on a regular basis— oh, no. Never. But for only one day, he supposed, it wasn’t too bad. The real test of the day would be surviving the party. Agh, what a nightmare.
OH— THE GIFT!
He scurried around in a panic, peeking in bookshelves and under various furniture. Finally, he found it; his flute, the old carved wooden one he’d played for years. He had worked late into the night composing a clever tune for the leader of the clan… although he had never even met him. Hopefully, the Wildclaw wouldn’t have to play for him anyway, but it was nice to have something, just in case.
Aurum fingered a few of the holes nervously before tucking it into a pouch at his side, concealed by the swathes of orange cloth. He cautiously opened the door and peeked out, before darting ahead and traveling towards the town square area.
Reluctantly Formal
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Aurum visibly relaxed, relieved that someone believed her. "No flour, but I do have some makeup, specifically some difficult to remove glitter. It could provide evidence as well as a clue as to who might come in here. Bells and thread I have plenty."
She rummaged around in her vanity, pulling out a medium-sized jar and in another drawer, some thread and bells. She turned back to Hyjinrakka and smiled. "Can't always hurt to shine a bit brighter on stage, right? I've also used these bells for specific dances requiring a bit extra sound, but I don't think I'll be needing them tonight." She brought the materials over to the table and set them down and looked at Hyjinrakka expectantly. "We can either set this up now, or wait until after the celebration, either is fine with me."
Aurum looked down at the silks she was currently wearing with disappointment. "These are certainly not as nice as those silks, but I think I will still wear these instead." Aurum lightly laughed underneath her breath. "If it wasn't already clear, I did in fact rush things a bit when getting ready this morning. I think I will spend a bit more time cleaning up, and then I'll meet you at Dio's dinner party later, yes?"
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UnicornCrazy
Aurum visibly relaxed, relieved that someone believed her. "No flour, but I do have some makeup, specifically some difficult to remove glitter. It could provide evidence as well as a clue as to who might come in here. Bells and thread I have plenty."
She rummaged around in her vanity, pulling out a medium-sized jar and in another drawer, some thread and bells. She turned back to Hyjinrakka and smiled. "Can't always hurt to shine a bit brighter on stage, right? I've also used these bells for specific dances requiring a bit extra sound, but I don't think I'll be needing them tonight." She brought the materials over to the table and set them down and looked at Hyjinrakka expectantly. "We can either set this up now, or wait until after the celebration, either is fine with me."
Aurum looked down at the silks she was currently wearing with disappointment. "These are certainly not as nice as those silks, but I think I will still wear these instead." Aurum lightly laughed underneath her breath. "If it wasn't already clear, I did in fact rush things a bit when getting ready this morning. I think I will spend a bit more time cleaning up, and then I'll meet you at Dio's dinner party later, yes?"
