I might make a docs with a description or a map later, so just post away any suggestions as to what the place could look like!
I was thinking it could start at 7:00 (pm) so that they could have some time to arrive. The gates will open at 7 though. (If you planed that your dragon will be late that's fine.)
Beacon walked to the gates. He gazed up at the moon which was unusually high for only 6:50. Something was wrong here, but he couldn't understand what. Maybe it was just because he was 10 minutes early but his mind thought it was already 7, or winter was coming a bit too soon? He decided not to worry about it and waited for the other guests.
I might make a docs with a description or a map later, so just post away any suggestions as to what the place could look like!
I was thinking it could start at 7:00 (pm) so that they could have some time to arrive. The gates will open at 7 though. (If you planed that your dragon will be late that's fine.)
Beacon walked to the gates. He gazed up at the moon which was unusually high for only 6:50. Something was wrong here, but he couldn't understand what. Maybe it was just because he was 10 minutes early but his mind thought it was already 7, or winter was coming a bit too soon? He decided not to worry about it and waited for the other guests.
LOTUS
A grey/green Wildclaw bounced down a dirt, well trodden road, tail flicking back and forth in excitement. This was quite the ominous place for such a fun event! Before long, Lotus spots huge iron gates looming in the over the road, with twisting black ironwork. Hopping in place, Lotus spots a Skydancer with a monocle meandering about the gates. She walks over. "Hello!" she said cheerfully, "I suppose you are here for the party too?" She barrels on, not waiting for the Skydancer to answer. "My name is Lotus, of Clan Karma. Who are you?"
LOTUS
A grey/green Wildclaw bounced down a dirt, well trodden road, tail flicking back and forth in excitement. This was quite the ominous place for such a fun event! Before long, Lotus spots huge iron gates looming in the over the road, with twisting black ironwork. Hopping in place, Lotus spots a Skydancer with a monocle meandering about the gates. She walks over. "Hello!" she said cheerfully, "I suppose you are here for the party too?" She barrels on, not waiting for the Skydancer to answer. "My name is Lotus, of Clan Karma. Who are you?"
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Bloom stood near the gates, checking his pocketwatch, leaning on a cart. He waited for the ball to start.
Bloom stood near the gates, checking his pocketwatch, leaning on a cart. He waited for the ball to start.
And if a silence filled the air do you think that anyone would even care? Would they be aware... of the mounting snow...
Timbri
Timbri came, panting, upon the gate. It had been a long run from the surface dens of his clan to this spot. Being flightless was extraordinarily annoying some times, especially when one had to travel long distances. He sent a silent prayer to the Tidelord, hoping desperately that his mane and fur wasn't too mussed up from his desperate dash. Thickity had spent hours on it, braiding and tying in ribbons and beads into Timbri's thick red mane. They had spent even longer brushing his coat, pulling out shed hairs until Timbri fel pounds lighter. The final touch had been a small bowtie, made from a long strip of leftover cloth. Thickity had even tried to get Pascal to paint highlights into his fur, but all the paint did was clump and look awful, so they brushed it out. Timbri came to a stop a ways away from the rest of the group, a little intimidated by the strangers.
Timbri gave a soft wave to the others gathere, and settled on a patch of grass near the trees, resting his acking paws. He was far more used to the soft sands and solid cliffs of his homelands than the rocky and root riddled turf of the mainland. From a tiny pouch hidden under his mane he took a small water skin. The only other object in his pack was a notebook and pencil, to record any new recepies. Dabbing water on his paw pads and drinking the last two swallows, he pondered why Aiwi had sent him of all dragons. She had sait something along the lines of socialization, but he wasn't sure how much he trusted that. He was getting impatient as well, mostly because others were as well. If he was going to have to actually talk to people, he might as well do it inside a warm building, instead of awkwardly outside.
Timbri
Timbri came, panting, upon the gate. It had been a long run from the surface dens of his clan to this spot. Being flightless was extraordinarily annoying some times, especially when one had to travel long distances. He sent a silent prayer to the Tidelord, hoping desperately that his mane and fur wasn't too mussed up from his desperate dash. Thickity had spent hours on it, braiding and tying in ribbons and beads into Timbri's thick red mane. They had spent even longer brushing his coat, pulling out shed hairs until Timbri fel pounds lighter. The final touch had been a small bowtie, made from a long strip of leftover cloth. Thickity had even tried to get Pascal to paint highlights into his fur, but all the paint did was clump and look awful, so they brushed it out. Timbri came to a stop a ways away from the rest of the group, a little intimidated by the strangers.
Timbri gave a soft wave to the others gathere, and settled on a patch of grass near the trees, resting his acking paws. He was far more used to the soft sands and solid cliffs of his homelands than the rocky and root riddled turf of the mainland. From a tiny pouch hidden under his mane he took a small water skin. The only other object in his pack was a notebook and pencil, to record any new recepies. Dabbing water on his paw pads and drinking the last two swallows, he pondered why Aiwi had sent him of all dragons. She had sait something along the lines of socialization, but he wasn't sure how much he trusted that. He was getting impatient as well, mostly because others were as well. If he was going to have to actually talk to people, he might as well do it inside a warm building, instead of awkwardly outside.
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Suri was relieved when the gates emerged in her view and a couple of dragons had already gathered. Even though it hadn't been a long time to travel, Suri disliked the slight discomfort in her limbs from walking. Soon, she'll be inside a warm and comforting environment. She hoped it'll be soon that the gates will open.
Suri was relieved when the gates emerged in her view and a couple of dragons had already gathered. Even though it hadn't been a long time to travel, Suri disliked the slight discomfort in her limbs from walking. Soon, she'll be inside a warm and comforting environment. She hoped it'll be soon that the gates will open.
Bloom sighed and leaned on his cart. He checked the time on his watch. 6:55. He sighed and waited for the clock to strike 7:00.
Bloom sighed and leaned on his cart. He checked the time on his watch. 6:55. He sighed and waited for the clock to strike 7:00.
And if a silence filled the air do you think that anyone would even care? Would they be aware... of the mounting snow...
