[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=17101]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/172/17101_350.png[/img]
[/url][/center]
[font=candara]Nimbus arrives at the Cloudsong Celebration with an air of trepidation. She'd sat the previous Jamboree out after having been... well, practically enslaved and still recovering from her peril, so the excitement and joy that coalescence into a thickened atmosphere was entirely unfamiliar to her.
She feels awkward, pulling at her hat and collar for an excuse to fidget. The rest of her clan had either the Masquerade to tend to or were doing missions (much to their chagrin) for the deities. Nimbus had no security blanket for this outing.
A Spiral that Nimbus recognizes as the host for the Celebration makes an announcement in a loud, clear voice that reminds her of the powerful chimes in the Crescendo. Unsure of what else to do, Nimbus introduces herself to her politely.
"Hello, ma'am. My name is Nimbus, first child of Clan Breezeborne." It's formal, too stiff, but it took nearly all her bravery to mumble the words and manage to stand still enough to offer a courteous bow. "Thank you for the invite," she adds.
Nimbus arrives at the Cloudsong Celebration with an air of trepidation. She'd sat the previous Jamboree out after having been... well, practically enslaved and still recovering from her peril, so the excitement and joy that coalescence into a thickened atmosphere was entirely unfamiliar to her.
She feels awkward, pulling at her hat and collar for an excuse to fidget. The rest of her clan had either the Masquerade to tend to or were doing missions (much to their chagrin) for the deities. Nimbus had no security blanket for this outing.
A Spiral that Nimbus recognizes as the host for the Celebration makes an announcement in a loud, clear voice that reminds her of the powerful chimes in the Crescendo. Unsure of what else to do, Nimbus introduces herself to her politely.
"Hello, ma'am. My name is Nimbus, first child of Clan Breezeborne." It's formal, too stiff, but it took nearly all her bravery to mumble the words and manage to stand still enough to offer a courteous bow. "Thank you for the invite," she adds.
|
|
 
Some current special interests: Dokibird, Fuwamoco, magical girls, Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation.. more here!
Previous usernames: MystaRias, dokidokibunni, Sylphiette, Toothless
 
|
|
[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30049614]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/300497/30049614_350.png[/img]
[/url]
"Phew! That's all that done..." Gelato adjusted his feathers and gave his stand one last once-over. The wooden sign above was carefully painted and read "The Cloudsong Bell", in letters large enough to see over all but the largest members of the crowd. Little pastries and cakes were carefully arranged over the counter, with tiny decorations adorning each one. For the first day, he had picked out several classic Wind flavors: jasmine-and-juneflower puddings, traditional cool-breeze cakes (flavored with lume daffodils and jadevine), rosewater love cookies with almonds, plantain bread, and-- for the very brave-- a selection of blacktongue pepper and butcher's fig hand pies.
Satisfied with his work, Gelato gave a quick nod to the Banescale beside the stand. Distracted by the crowds, it took a moment before she noticed his meaningful glance and patient smile. She reared up, stretching her neck to whack the bell beside the stand with her horns. It clanged loudly and not at all rhythmically as she bellowed:
[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=58734229]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/587343/58734229_350.png[/img]
[/url]
"IT'S OPEN!" Pleased with herself, Eulalia sat back on her haunches and smiled at Gelato, who didn't particularly mind her lack of social graces. His hosts, and the more eloquent of his fellows-- Rafferty and Jean-Luc-- were a bit late. His anxious gaze wandered among the other stands, but he couldn't stay worried for long watching hatchlings play and ribbons dance in the wind.
But Gelato didn't have time to worry or wander, as dragons began clamoring for a taste of his wares.
((Ping me if you'd like to try something! They're all free [emoji=coatl laughing size=1]))
"Phew! That's all that done..." Gelato adjusted his feathers and gave his stand one last once-over. The wooden sign above was carefully painted and read "The Cloudsong Bell", in letters large enough to see over all but the largest members of the crowd. Little pastries and cakes were carefully arranged over the counter, with tiny decorations adorning each one. For the first day, he had picked out several classic Wind flavors: jasmine-and-juneflower puddings, traditional cool-breeze cakes (flavored with lume daffodils and jadevine), rosewater love cookies with almonds, plantain bread, and-- for the very brave-- a selection of blacktongue pepper and butcher's fig hand pies.
Satisfied with his work, Gelato gave a quick nod to the Banescale beside the stand. Distracted by the crowds, it took a moment before she noticed his meaningful glance and patient smile. She reared up, stretching her neck to whack the bell beside the stand with her horns. It clanged loudly and not at all rhythmically as she bellowed:
"IT'S OPEN!" Pleased with herself, Eulalia sat back on her haunches and smiled at Gelato, who didn't particularly mind her lack of social graces. His hosts, and the more eloquent of his fellows-- Rafferty and Jean-Luc-- were a bit late. His anxious gaze wandered among the other stands, but he couldn't stay worried for long watching hatchlings play and ribbons dance in the wind.
But Gelato didn't have time to worry or wander, as dragons began clamoring for a taste of his wares.
((Ping me if you'd like to try something! They're all free
))
The endless breezes turn from cool to warm, and the hosting clan know immediately what this heralds. Sure enough, a small gathering of dragons from a Fire clan arrive within the hour. Some faces are familiar, some are new. At the front stands a female guardian who looks as though she had just crawled out from the depths of a volcano. She bows her body and wings to her esteemed hosts.
[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45357244]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/453573/45357244_350.png[/img]
[/url]
[i]"Glorious Mistral Jamboree to you, friends! It is an honor to join our closest allies in the celebration of their Flight's splendor!" [/i]
[/center]
After introductions have been made, the clan splinters off to enjoy themselves. Some are fascinated by the various displays of culture and entertainment, as their own Flight (and clan) remain so committed to work and duty that they cannot focus their time to anything else. A young Banescale turns to Cyclone after witnessing a spiral tying themselves in knots.
[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=57449993]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/574500/57449993_350.png[/img]
[/url]
[i]"Does ... does that not hurt!?"[/i] she asks with some urgency, wondering if this was normal.[/center]
Before long, the clan is indistinguishable from the rest of the gathering, having fully committed themselves to the festivities and reveling in the joy their hosts always provide them. It was a good thing this event only happened once a year ... no one could sustain this level of excitement and enthusiasm for much longer than a week. Well, if anyone [i]could[/i], it would definitely be the Wind Flight!
The endless breezes turn from cool to warm, and the hosting clan know immediately what this heralds. Sure enough, a small gathering of dragons from a Fire clan arrive within the hour. Some faces are familiar, some are new. At the front stands a female guardian who looks as though she had just crawled out from the depths of a volcano. She bows her body and wings to her esteemed hosts.
"Glorious Mistral Jamboree to you, friends! It is an honor to join our closest allies in the celebration of their Flight's splendor!"
After introductions have been made, the clan splinters off to enjoy themselves. Some are fascinated by the various displays of culture and entertainment, as their own Flight (and clan) remain so committed to work and duty that they cannot focus their time to anything else. A young Banescale turns to Cyclone after witnessing a spiral tying themselves in knots.
"Does ... does that not hurt!?" she asks with some urgency, wondering if this was normal.
Before long, the clan is indistinguishable from the rest of the gathering, having fully committed themselves to the festivities and reveling in the joy their hosts always provide them. It was a good thing this event only happened once a year ... no one could sustain this level of excitement and enthusiasm for much longer than a week. Well, if anyone
could, it would definitely be the Wind Flight!
[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=52254963]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/522550/52254963_350.png[/img]
[/url]
[i]A large, imposing Gaoler slowly makes his way to the lively sounds coming from the festival grounds.
He grunts with every heavy step, obviously not very excited about going to this place.[/i]
[color=purple]'' Cheer up! You need to get out more, and know it. ''[/color]
A friendly voice calls out, lagging a bit behind the large beast.
The Gaoler hums a low tone of annoyance, but before he can even look back the friendly voice cuts in again, now caught up to his friend.
[color=purple]'' If you stop sulking I will buy you some snacks ''
[/color] he says, which seems to make the Gaoler immediately change his demeanor to something lighter.
His friend always knows how to cheer him up.
[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=30808543]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/308086/30808543_350.png[/img]
[/url]
A proud pearlcatcher, and a magnificent mage.
The two are unlikely friends for sure, but friends nonetheless.
Grey and Kairek, one an old grumpy warrior, the other a young, lively mage.
As Kairek bounds into the festival grounds with a spring is his step, he is immediately drawn to the many food stands.
He signals for Grey to follow him, which is not too hard for the enormous Gaoler, for everyone steps aside to let the rather scary looking dragon pass.
However, in the small time it takes for Grey to move to his friend, Kairek already has a pile of food in his claws.
So many toasted insects, his absolute favourite snack in the world.
He offers Grey some, but the Gaoler politely refuses. He could really go for some actual meat right now.
But before he even gets a chance to ask the nearest shopkeeper where he can find such a meal, his friend is running off to the next place.
He lets out a deep sigh and sets off to follow him.
They spend some time together watching the acrobatics of the many amazing wind flight dragons.
Even Grey is impressed, watching with quiet awe, as these dragons soar through the skies with so much ease.
Kairek notices how transfixed his friend is on the show, and gives himself a small high five in his mind.
At this rate, he might even get Grey to enjoy going to a festival. Now that, would be a sight to see.
A large, imposing Gaoler slowly makes his way to the lively sounds coming from the festival grounds.
He grunts with every heavy step, obviously not very excited about going to this place.
'' Cheer up! You need to get out more, and know it. ''
A friendly voice calls out, lagging a bit behind the large beast.
The Gaoler hums a low tone of annoyance, but before he can even look back the friendly voice cuts in again, now caught up to his friend.
'' If you stop sulking I will buy you some snacks ''
he says, which seems to make the Gaoler immediately change his demeanor to something lighter.
His friend always knows how to cheer him up.
A proud pearlcatcher, and a magnificent mage.
The two are unlikely friends for sure, but friends nonetheless.
Grey and Kairek, one an old grumpy warrior, the other a young, lively mage.
As Kairek bounds into the festival grounds with a spring is his step, he is immediately drawn to the many food stands.
He signals for Grey to follow him, which is not too hard for the enormous Gaoler, for everyone steps aside to let the rather scary looking dragon pass.
However, in the small time it takes for Grey to move to his friend, Kairek already has a pile of food in his claws.
So many toasted insects, his absolute favourite snack in the world.
He offers Grey some, but the Gaoler politely refuses. He could really go for some actual meat right now.
But before he even gets a chance to ask the nearest shopkeeper where he can find such a meal, his friend is running off to the next place.
He lets out a deep sigh and sets off to follow him.
They spend some time together watching the acrobatics of the many amazing wind flight dragons.
Even Grey is impressed, watching with quiet awe, as these dragons soar through the skies with so much ease.
Kairek notices how transfixed his friend is on the show, and gives himself a small high five in his mind.
At this rate, he might even get Grey to enjoy going to a festival. Now that, would be a sight to see.
[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=12751166]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/127512/12751166_350.png[/img]
[/url]
Nakia slows her flapping wings as she descends on the Cloudsong, a bright smile plastered to her face.
“How exciting. The Mistral Jamboree is by far my favorite festival; wind dragons truly know how to celebrate!” Nakia announces to no one in particular.
She sets off to explore and her clawed feet scritch lightly against the floor as she trods through the winged crowd. A green bag with jade charms is strapped against her body, stuffed with only the necessities required for her trip to the clouds. Inside she had just enough space to perhaps bring home some souvenirs to her more clan bound friends.
Nakia slows her flapping wings as she descends on the Cloudsong, a bright smile plastered to her face.
“How exciting. The Mistral Jamboree is by far my favorite festival; wind dragons truly know how to celebrate!” Nakia announces to no one in particular.
She sets off to explore and her clawed feet scritch lightly against the floor as she trods through the winged crowd. A green bag with jade charms is strapped against her body, stuffed with only the necessities required for her trip to the clouds. Inside she had just enough space to perhaps bring home some souvenirs to her more clan bound friends.
@eeeeel
[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=14149058]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/141491/14149058_350.png[/img]
[/url][b]Capheira[/b]
[I](Wind Born Mage)[/I][/center]
[I]Capheira landed gracefully on the large platform set up to receive guests, looking around herself in anticipation. It was wonderful to be in her birth flight's territory again, after a full year away, and to be able to attend the Cloudsong Celebration a second time made it even better. But perhaps best of all was the fact that the Clan Mother had decided that she was finally responsible enough to look after others in the Clan...[/I]
[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=57458061]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/574581/57458061_350.png[/img]
[/url]
[I](Fire Born Mage,
Wind Affinity)[/I][/center]
[I]The much younger dragon was not nearly as graceful as Ira had been when she arrived, but she still managed to make it onto the landing platform unhurt. Picking herself up, she stared around herself in trepidation. Everything was....different. She had known it would be, of course. It wasn't home, after all, and it wasn't the Fire lands either....but this...she trembled slightly, wondering if perhaps she should have stayed behind after all. Yes, she wanted to know more about the odd magical sense that pulled her, again and again, towards Wind familiars, but she hadn't expected this! Everything was so loud, and bright, and...
"Come, little one," Ira's gentle voice broke into her musings, cutting through the building terror. Wrapping a wing around the other dragon, the small Fae started to guide her companion off the platform, towards a group of dancing Skydancers in an out-of-the-way corner. "You'll get used to the noise after a while," she assured the young Banescale, "and in the meantime, we can stay over here and watch some fun shows."
"Is it always this...." she broke off, not knowing how to describe it.
"Flamboyant?" Capheira laughed. "Of course. Its Wind Flight after all. We love to entertain." She scooped a Toasted Grasshopper off a passing tray, waving to the fellow Fae carrying it. "Here, try a treat."
Hesitantly, the young Banescale nibbled on a leg of the offered insect. Her eyes widened in sudden appreciation: This was good! Really, really, good...Gulping it down quickly, she began looking for the Fae, hoping to find another of those delicious treats. Obligingly, the Fae in question drifted back over to them, prompted by Capheira's discreet summons. Smiling at the younger dragon, he offered the tray for her perusal.
Ira grinned in triumph, watching as the Clan's "misfit" dragon began to slowly relax and enjoy the moment. The food had done it, it seemed. A few minutes after eating several grasshoppers, the young Banescale was standing in the corner, munching on some other delicacies while she watched the dancing Skydancers. Even as the Fae watched, her companion began to sway slowly to the music, a tiny smile on her face, as all signs of her usual melancholy completely disappeared...[/I]
(And the Clan's dragons have begun to arrive....and they're bringing a few surprise attendees this year, too. Thanks so much for hosting this party again! [emoji=guardian happy size=2] )
@
eeeeel
Capheira
(Wind Born Mage)
Capheira landed gracefully on the large platform set up to receive guests, looking around herself in anticipation. It was wonderful to be in her birth flight's territory again, after a full year away, and to be able to attend the Cloudsong Celebration a second time made it even better. But perhaps best of all was the fact that the Clan Mother had decided that she was finally responsible enough to look after others in the Clan...
(Fire Born Mage,
Wind Affinity)
The much younger dragon was not nearly as graceful as Ira had been when she arrived, but she still managed to make it onto the landing platform unhurt. Picking herself up, she stared around herself in trepidation. Everything was....different. She had known it would be, of course. It wasn't home, after all, and it wasn't the Fire lands either....but this...she trembled slightly, wondering if perhaps she should have stayed behind after all. Yes, she wanted to know more about the odd magical sense that pulled her, again and again, towards Wind familiars, but she hadn't expected this! Everything was so loud, and bright, and...
"Come, little one," Ira's gentle voice broke into her musings, cutting through the building terror. Wrapping a wing around the other dragon, the small Fae started to guide her companion off the platform, towards a group of dancing Skydancers in an out-of-the-way corner. "You'll get used to the noise after a while," she assured the young Banescale, "and in the meantime, we can stay over here and watch some fun shows."
"Is it always this...." she broke off, not knowing how to describe it.
"Flamboyant?" Capheira laughed. "Of course. Its Wind Flight after all. We love to entertain." She scooped a Toasted Grasshopper off a passing tray, waving to the fellow Fae carrying it. "Here, try a treat."
Hesitantly, the young Banescale nibbled on a leg of the offered insect. Her eyes widened in sudden appreciation: This was good! Really, really, good...Gulping it down quickly, she began looking for the Fae, hoping to find another of those delicious treats. Obligingly, the Fae in question drifted back over to them, prompted by Capheira's discreet summons. Smiling at the younger dragon, he offered the tray for her perusal.
Ira grinned in triumph, watching as the Clan's "misfit" dragon began to slowly relax and enjoy the moment. The food had done it, it seemed. A few minutes after eating several grasshoppers, the young Banescale was standing in the corner, munching on some other delicacies while she watched the dancing Skydancers. Even as the Fae watched, her companion began to sway slowly to the music, a tiny smile on her face, as all signs of her usual melancholy completely disappeared...
(And the Clan's dragons have begun to arrive....and they're bringing a few surprise attendees this year, too. Thanks so much for hosting this party again!
)
[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27437056]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/274371/27437056_350.png[/img]
[/url][/center]
Why didn’t she think of this sooner? thought Amharath, smiling at her younger half sister. Wait, don’t answer that, she knew why. It had taken her a long time to get over her own mother’s departure, and for a time she had resented Lifeanth’s close relationship with her own mother, who remained at WindSky Weyr. But when she decided to try to slip over to the festivities early, in the event she was called on for the Mistral Meals competition, she thought it would be more fun to have a little company. She really wanted some time to take in the holiday, and have it BE a holiday! She loved to cook, and didn’t mind that [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=242017&tab=dragon&did=23403144]Windrith[/url] tended to look to her first when it was time to showcase the talents of the Weyr’s foodies - in fact it was flattering - but she really wanted a little break! They had been enjoying a fine time, trying their luck at the [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/fl3/2717577/20#post_42609898]games[/url], sampling the foods - which someone ELSE had prepared, ah, yes this was great! - and now, after collecting some miscellaneous trinkets, they were starting to shop in earnest.
[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=35198008]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/351981/35198008_350.png[/img]
[/url][/center]
“Come on, come on, they’re over here!” Lifeanth called. She’d promised her mother she’d bring her a new pet if she could. A hand-lettered sign said they were “Zephyr Gem Guardians”, and they were adorable! “Oooh, I just want to rub its roly tummy!” the smaller dragon squealed, flitting excitedly to and fro “Do we have enough to pay now?” Amharath dug out their messenger scrolls, some they’d earned today, some she had brought, and counted them out, pleased that there had been no inflation in the prices of familiars since last year. “We do”, she responded, “but maybe we should come back after ..” “Noooo, what if they sell out?? We have to get one! Look how pretty they are, those colors are so perfect ….” she batted her eyes pleadingly. Well, for someone who acted so tough at home, this was a new side the Fae was showing. Amharath stepped up to buy, figuring they could manage one critter between them.
Why didn’t she think of this sooner? thought Amharath, smiling at her younger half sister. Wait, don’t answer that, she knew why. It had taken her a long time to get over her own mother’s departure, and for a time she had resented Lifeanth’s close relationship with her own mother, who remained at WindSky Weyr. But when she decided to try to slip over to the festivities early, in the event she was called on for the Mistral Meals competition, she thought it would be more fun to have a little company. She really wanted some time to take in the holiday, and have it BE a holiday! She loved to cook, and didn’t mind that
Windrith tended to look to her first when it was time to showcase the talents of the Weyr’s foodies - in fact it was flattering - but she really wanted a little break! They had been enjoying a fine time, trying their luck at the
games, sampling the foods - which someone ELSE had prepared, ah, yes this was great! - and now, after collecting some miscellaneous trinkets, they were starting to shop in earnest.
“Come on, come on, they’re over here!” Lifeanth called. She’d promised her mother she’d bring her a new pet if she could. A hand-lettered sign said they were “Zephyr Gem Guardians”, and they were adorable! “Oooh, I just want to rub its roly tummy!” the smaller dragon squealed, flitting excitedly to and fro “Do we have enough to pay now?” Amharath dug out their messenger scrolls, some they’d earned today, some she had brought, and counted them out, pleased that there had been no inflation in the prices of familiars since last year. “We do”, she responded, “but maybe we should come back after ..” “Noooo, what if they sell out?? We have to get one! Look how pretty they are, those colors are so perfect ….” she batted her eyes pleadingly. Well, for someone who acted so tough at home, this was a new side the Fae was showing. Amharath stepped up to buy, figuring they could manage one critter between them.
If you like them, please Like them!
[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46524635]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/465247/46524635_350.png[/img]
[/url]
Hallows quietly weaved through the crowds of dragons, his eyes perched on his wing. There were so many new smells, new tastes, new sounds. "Very interesting..." He mumbled. He was to meet someone here. A friend.
[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=51284424]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/512845/51284424_350.png[/img]
[/url]
(Wishlist on this boi ^)
"Aha! Hallows! You made it, old friend." The merchant strolled over, his hood down for once. "Come, enjoy yourself."
Hallows gave a short growl as the merchant walked beside him.
"I don't...do fun, Keeper." He mumbled.
"Well, today you do! Why don't you try some candied apples, hm?"
Hallows didn't quite want to admit it, but he was hungry..
"Just. One."
"That's the spirit!" He stuffed one in the grump's mouth before he could respond. "Good right?"
Hallows snagged it out of his mouth, rubbing his jaw. "Not when you force feed me....but yes. I can admit it's good."
"Now you're getting the hang of it! Come on, there's way more fun to be had..." Keeper quickly bounded off, leaving the necromancer quite confused.
Hallows quietly weaved through the crowds of dragons, his eyes perched on his wing. There were so many new smells, new tastes, new sounds. "Very interesting..." He mumbled. He was to meet someone here. A friend.
(Wishlist on this boi ^)
"Aha! Hallows! You made it, old friend." The merchant strolled over, his hood down for once. "Come, enjoy yourself."
Hallows gave a short growl as the merchant walked beside him.
"I don't...do fun, Keeper." He mumbled.
"Well, today you do! Why don't you try some candied apples, hm?"
Hallows didn't quite want to admit it, but he was hungry..
"Just. One."
"That's the spirit!" He stuffed one in the grump's mouth before he could respond. "Good right?"
Hallows snagged it out of his mouth, rubbing his jaw. "Not when you force feed me....but yes. I can admit it's good."
"Now you're getting the hang of it! Come on, there's way more fun to be had..." Keeper quickly bounded off, leaving the necromancer quite confused.
|
|
||Female - 17 - Artist - Bi - Taking Commissions!
|
[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49886956]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/498870/49886956_350.png[/img]
[/url][/center]
Delta walked hurriedly towards The Cloudsong, hoping that she hadn't come too late to the festivities. As she approached the main area, she looked up in awe. There were kites twirling around everywhere, some had been painted and some had designs sewn into the material. She saw a friendly-looking Pearlcatcher handing out balloons. Some of the balloons were shaped like the Wind emblem and some were just light green and shaped like stars and hearts. But the ones that caught her eyes were the see-through ones with various Wind-themed shapes inside like the W runestone, miniature kites, and even a replica airship. She eagerly grabbed it in her talons and handed the vendor a few Messenger Scrolls in return. The Wildclaw grinned. This was going to be an amazing Mistral Jamboree!
Delta walked hurriedly towards The Cloudsong, hoping that she hadn't come too late to the festivities. As she approached the main area, she looked up in awe. There were kites twirling around everywhere, some had been painted and some had designs sewn into the material. She saw a friendly-looking Pearlcatcher handing out balloons. Some of the balloons were shaped like the Wind emblem and some were just light green and shaped like stars and hearts. But the ones that caught her eyes were the see-through ones with various Wind-themed shapes inside like the W runestone, miniature kites, and even a replica airship. She eagerly grabbed it in her talons and handed the vendor a few Messenger Scrolls in return. The Wildclaw grinned. This was going to be an amazing Mistral Jamboree!
[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27836488]
[img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/278365/27836488_350.png[/img]
[/url]
"Come one, come all! The Cloudsong Celebration is OPEN!"
Lady looks up at the beautiful Spiral and can't help but chuckle at the Spiral's obvious excitement. She too is excited! This is the first time she was able to attend a Mistral Jamboree and it was already looking as marvelous as she had imagined from listening to others tell of their previous Jamboree experiences.
So many aerial shows to see! So much motion and color! Lady lands on the platform and decides to simply rest for a moment and just take it all in.
(I put a small wishlist on Lady)
"Come one, come all! The Cloudsong Celebration is OPEN!"
Lady looks up at the beautiful Spiral and can't help but chuckle at the Spiral's obvious excitement. She too is excited! This is the first time she was able to attend a Mistral Jamboree and it was already looking as marvelous as she had imagined from listening to others tell of their previous Jamboree experiences.
So many aerial shows to see! So much motion and color! Lady lands on the platform and decides to simply rest for a moment and just take it all in.
(I put a small wishlist on Lady)
