The final X was in the Twisting Crescendo. “I don’t like how it’s in the eye,” Mabel muttered.
“It’ll be fun!” Fiorente said.
“Our treasure so far has been some seeds and some pastries.”
“And we got to see parts of Wind we haven’t in a while! Or at all! After all, it’s about the journey-”
“Don’t,” Mabel said, Fiorente grinning.
“We should stick together,” Mabel then said. “But should we get separated, let’s meet at the edge of the eye. Inside it, I mean.”
“And hopefully nothing eats us.”
“You’re not helping.”
It turned out the looping flight of a spiral was much better suited for navigating the Crescendo’s eternal squall than a skydancer’s. Fiorente would yell back, and Mabel would reply, but eventually, it took all her focus to not plummet out of the air when the winds abruptly stilled, or be sent flying with a mess of debris caught in the storm.
Finally, her coat down a few jars of electricity and her feathers a mess, Mabel punched through the grey wall of clouds and into the eye. Sunlight poured around her, Fiorente zipping up.
“Oh good! I was getting worried. I’m sorry, it’s very hard for spirals to hover, and then the winds were all over the place-”
“It’s fine,” Mabel said. “Let’s find this treasure.”
The eye was mostly empty, not quite the horrible… horror either of them had been expecting. It was large, though, and they almost didn’t notice the wind sprite sitting on a patch of cloud at its center.
“Hi!” the sprite called. “How are--oh! You have my map!”
“Hi--your map?” Mabel said.
“I’m Tempest! A few years ago, the Windsinger sent me on a world-wide adventure. It was a lovely experience.”
“But. The mark.”
“I asked the Windsinger if I could do a ttiinnyy version of that,” she hummed. “And he said, ‘wouldn’t it be fun if they found things from previous Jamborees?’ And I was like, it would be! So that’s what I did.”
“Aaww, I feel special,” Fiorente said, fanning herself.
“So,” Mabel said. “The treasure is…”
“The adventure you had on the way!”
“Yay!” Fiorente exclaimed, as Mabel pulled at her face and muttered, “But what about my ship?”
The repaired airship gleamed in the rising sun, its hull a rainbow of colors from the numerous dragons working on it all deciding on a different one. Its sails glowed softly as sunlight hit them, engine humming, illuminating the Wind Flight crest stitched into it.
“It’s beautiful,” Vera whispered, wiping away a tear. “Thank you, everyone, truly.”
“The greenhouse works a lot better than I expected. From a design standpoint,” Annona said. It was essentially a paneled rectangle, nestled on the back half of the deck.
“Mabel will love it!”
“Maybe they found some flowers to put in it.”
“Or some gems. Bury gems. Gem tree. Raac!”
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“It’ll be fun!” Fiorente said.
“Our treasure so far has been some seeds and some pastries.”
“And we got to see parts of Wind we haven’t in a while! Or at all! After all, it’s about the journey-”
“Don’t,” Mabel said, Fiorente grinning.
“We should stick together,” Mabel then said. “But should we get separated, let’s meet at the edge of the eye. Inside it, I mean.”
“And hopefully nothing eats us.”
“You’re not helping.”
It turned out the looping flight of a spiral was much better suited for navigating the Crescendo’s eternal squall than a skydancer’s. Fiorente would yell back, and Mabel would reply, but eventually, it took all her focus to not plummet out of the air when the winds abruptly stilled, or be sent flying with a mess of debris caught in the storm.
Finally, her coat down a few jars of electricity and her feathers a mess, Mabel punched through the grey wall of clouds and into the eye. Sunlight poured around her, Fiorente zipping up.
“Oh good! I was getting worried. I’m sorry, it’s very hard for spirals to hover, and then the winds were all over the place-”
“It’s fine,” Mabel said. “Let’s find this treasure.”
The eye was mostly empty, not quite the horrible… horror either of them had been expecting. It was large, though, and they almost didn’t notice the wind sprite sitting on a patch of cloud at its center.
“Hi!” the sprite called. “How are--oh! You have my map!”
“Hi--your map?” Mabel said.
“I’m Tempest! A few years ago, the Windsinger sent me on a world-wide adventure. It was a lovely experience.”
“But. The mark.”
“I asked the Windsinger if I could do a ttiinnyy version of that,” she hummed. “And he said, ‘wouldn’t it be fun if they found things from previous Jamborees?’ And I was like, it would be! So that’s what I did.”
“Aaww, I feel special,” Fiorente said, fanning herself.
“So,” Mabel said. “The treasure is…”
“The adventure you had on the way!”
“Yay!” Fiorente exclaimed, as Mabel pulled at her face and muttered, “But what about my ship?”
“It’s beautiful,” Vera whispered, wiping away a tear. “Thank you, everyone, truly.”
“The greenhouse works a lot better than I expected. From a design standpoint,” Annona said. It was essentially a paneled rectangle, nestled on the back half of the deck.
“Mabel will love it!”
“Maybe they found some flowers to put in it.”
“Or some gems. Bury gems. Gem tree. Raac!”
@Kunikida @MandragoraAutumn @Finlandia @HurricaneWinds @Trilonyte @Lundlaeva @Rivertyl @sockmonkeygerald
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