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Livewire accepts the drink...tentatively. She's had experiences with cauldron-brewed food in the past, and none of them were very good. After a very suspicious sniff, she decides that it smells edible and takes a sip. "Brewstuff, hm?" She turns back to the Spirals. "Hey, Marquise, what happened to that stack of grey slime we had lying around?" Marquise looks up from the Ice egg she's holding, oblivious to the frost creeping up her fingers. "Traded it. For other brewstuff. You know the Nocturne hatch will be soon." "Drat." "We still have 71 though. And after the festival, we'll be melting more apparel." Marquise glances down to find her hands and arms completely frozen to the egg. "Oops. Guess we have to take this one." She starts to shiver. "Not again. I've been frozen before, and it wasn't fun." The Lightning and Nature dragons look at each other. "Why didn't we bring Ides along?" Clawrice huffs. She turns to her construct companion. "Did I install a blowtorch in you? I forget." The Redbolt construct whirrs and clicks, locking a gun-like apparatus into place. "Heat gun. Close enough for our purposes." She aims carefully, and then pauses. "Won't this melt the egg?" Marquise shakes her head. "This one? Nope. We'll have to get it a separate compartment to keep it from freezing all the other ones. And make sure a dragon strong with Ice magic incubates it." The stream of warm air melts the ice along Marquise's limbs. The egg falls, but Clawrice catches it with a detached mechanical arm. "This one's ours, I guess. We'll take partial responsibility for any issues with the hatchling." "Anyway," Livewire turns back to the trade. "We've got some extra festival stuff, but our lair hasn't been around that long, so it's pretty recent. Clawrice, did you remember to pack the paintings?" "Huh?" Clawrice was distracted by a Lightning egg that kept rolling after her wherever she went. "Go away, egg, we don't want you." "It's probably attracted to your implants." "Great." Clawrice heads back to the mega case and flips open a side panel, from which several large, flat, square objects emerge. "Is this what you wanted?" She yelps as the Lightning egg collides with her tail, causing a jolt of electricity to surge through her body. As a Nature dragon, she isn't equipped to handle it. Livewire hurried over and picks up the egg. Her fur crackles with energy, but she manages to set it gingerly back in the pile with no incident and discharge the static electricity safely into the ground. Clawrice jerks back and forth. "I'll...go...look...for...a...Wind...egg." "Better not touch a Water egg," Marquise warns from atop a pile of Light eggs. "Th...Th...Thanks," Clawrice stutters with as much sarcasm as she could muster. Livewire claps a paw over her eyes. "Where were we? So far I think this is what we have on the table." [columns=2] Offering: [item=hibernal starbear] (100g) [item=spirit of water] (91g) [item=grey slime]x71 (@8g apiece=598g) [item=scene: voyage of the tenacity] (12g) [item=scene: remembrance] (85g) [item=scene: pillow palace] (210g) [item=scene: stormcatcher's domain] (65g) 1161g total [nextcol] For: [item=unhatched ice egg] [egg?] [egg?] (looks like I have about 3 eggs worth)

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62983071][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/629831/62983071_350.png[/img][/url] Canto sauntered toward the little stand, the goggles on his face masking his eyes as it shined intently with the sunlight. He walked toward it with a proud stance, though the tip of his tail would occasionally seem to glitch out, as if to signal slight fear. As he got closer to the stand, he asked, “I was referred here for a free egg? .. I’d like to have an ice egg,” there was a great pause, “... please.” Canto was not the best with words, neither was he very polite. He’s aware of this problem himself, but hasn’t truly made the effort to fix his courteousness. @Armourgeek (I apologize this took me a while to post ^^’)

[center][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/36733567][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/367336/36733567_350.png[/img][/url][/center] [b]@ArmourGeek[/b] [i]The loopy starry-eyed Spiral makes his way to the makeshift lemonade stand.[/i] Sirius blinks twice. His little rectangular pupils distort as he squints at the eggs carelessly piled in cardboard boxes as if they were Little Pet Shop collectibles. He opens his jaw only to close it again. Now was not the time to squander someone for their organization abilities. "So... [i]ahem...[/i]," Sirius glances at the pearly Skydancer who looked rather disturbed, "Bella. I'm interested in those eggs you have back there. Particularly the ice cubes and the light bulbs... the rocks are alright as well. Reckon you'd sell them to me with a discount if I buy multiple?" Sirius seemingly pulls a large bag of treasure and gems out of oblivion and looks at Bella expectantly. "Of course if that doesn't suit your fancy, I have some items that may pique your interest." Sirius provides a vision of some icky mushrooms with eyeballs. [item=all-seeing shroom] He also showcases some floppy fish fins. "These have been out of stock for a while! Don't you want to be a mermaid?" [item=thresher flatfins] He blabbers on and talks about all the stupid junk he has and puts on a fashion show nobody really asked for. He takes off the copper steampunk scarf and hops down from the arcanized catwalk to meet Bella at eye level. Sirius looks around before leaning in closer and whispering, "Or, if you've been looking for the addition of some new... heritage-less clanmates, I can put in a word for you. Not that they have much choice when it's between me and my Children." Sirius closes his eyes. The strange eye on his forehead looks at Bella. It blinks once. Twice.

Ahh shucks, haven't had time to reply to this yet. Gotta scramble around for some time to post D=

[url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/61019891][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/610199/61019891_350.png[/img][/url][url=https://www1.flightrising.com/dragon/62187036][img]https://www1.flightrising.com/rendern/350/621871/62187036_350.png[/img][/url] Two rather scrappy looking skydancers walk up to the stand, cackling with each other over a tasteless joke as dirt kicks up beneath their clawed feet. In unison they pause at the stand, exchange a look and grin menacingly. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Epitaph?" the male asks his companion. "I think I am, my sweet Nero. Min-" Epitaph begins to respond before being cut off sharply by Nero. "FOOD!" Nero lunges at an odd looking egg, licking his lips and flaring his nostrals. His eye covering lifting enough to flash blood red eyes gleaming with something unnerving. Epitaph bites into his tail, pulling him backward with ease. Clearly she is the stronger of the two. "No you idiot. MINION!" Nero sits back on his haunches grumbling obscenities and sulking like a child. "You know we still need to replace the last one you [i]lost.[/i]" Epitaph rolls her eyes. Her words stinging Nero like a cracked whip. "He was just too tempting, though. There's so much meat on those snapper bones." "You really are disgusting, you know that right?" Epitaph rolls her eyes again before focusing her attention on the stand-keep. "My partner and I here are in the business of acquiring another minion, erm, I mean a lovely monstrosi-[i]child[/i]! A child, just an innocent child. To raise into a decent dragon of society, not at all to rear as a destructive coliseum machine. The problem is Nero here has an affinity to make our [i]children[/i] disappear. I really do think a plague egg would be safer, less his taste; these eggs [b]are[/b] safe, right?" She motions towards an egg that seems to be rocking violently. "Who are you kidding?" Interrupt's Nero," we're not exactly safe ourselves." He begins to cackle to himself. A rasping wheeze of a laugh. "How much for that one?" Epitaph asks, nodding towards one of the odder looking Plague eggs.