All changed once the Twisting Crescendo began its path in reverse.
The bamboo creaked, reeds tangled and began to lurch the other way. Some dragons swore they saw the leaves stop mid-air to slip backward. The Windswept Plateau was changing, that much had been certain. The Plateau’s way of life shifted forevermore, but in ways, no one could truly predict how.
A nest laden with eggs half buried in the gentle reeds untangled. Upon their hatching in the midst of the bizarre calamity, two dragons emerged. One bore the colours of spring, a gentle hue of greens adorning his body. And yet, another, bore signs of autumn, of oozing golds. None could fathom why it had been that the proud Imperial donned colours not of the season her brother harbored, but all speculated the events at the Crescendo impacted the nest, splitting it in two.
As the two dragons grew, the female Imperial noticed something peculiar. The emerald trees, the jade grass, flowers in the budding blooms, bamboo sprouts. All showed unto her a liveliness, a rebirth, a beginning. And yet she could not help but feel excluded, somehow. She did not love the spring. Her exposure to the seasons brought her experience, and she found herself in adoration of autumn, where the Plateau shredded its vividity, subdued and brisk, where the leaves coiled themselves in playful joyeux. That was the Sornieth she adored. She bickered often with her brother, who stressed the importance and the beauty of spring, but she would have none of it, stubbornly insisting that autumn most certainly is the best season.
When she learned of life opposite the Crescendo, where the lands spread golds and reds and all autumn was plentiful, she could not contain her eagerness to go. Her brother could not stop her, though he chided her enthusiasm to escape spring, he did so with a solemn smile and a small reminder that she must write to him at some point.
The siblings grew far apart from each other. They honed their craft at managing their seasons to fine art, a precise understanding of their ways of life. They still bickered, as siblings did, over small notes of giddiness and of boasting. They had found their calling, so much so that they began to teach their very own proteges. Excitable young dragons who yearned to follow in their respective footsteps. Where one was taught mushroom picking, the other was taught how to make perfumes from the spring blooms. Where one was taught to spot the new nesting birds, the other scouted the long, thick trees for ripe apples to be fetched.
The proteges inspired newfound confidence in the siblings. They began to boast instead of their proteges’ success in their letters to each other, and thus set about an event in which they would engage in a competition, a friendly wager of seasons, to see which of the siblings and their most loyal followers knew the most of their work for both autumn and spring. During the time of Mistral Jamboree, the Plateau’s yearly celebration, it had been set that the siblings would reunite, and prove to each other who could truly run their season better.
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Meet the cast
Gravuun
Proud Autumn lover, the leaves falling and dancing in the wind while giving off lovely shades of orange, gold, and browns.
what could be better than this?
Vah
Proud Spring lover, flowers and a warm breeze passing by gently calling to take a nap in a bed of flowers in the sun surrounded by Greens, pinks, and blues.
What could be better than this?
Their Prodigies
Annona
Fiorente
