Daily Activity Day 1
Wherever there were festival activities, Flambaby was sure not to be too far away. The Mistral Meals were no different--when he heard that Izzy would be representing their clan in the competition, Flambaby had insisted he be allowed to come along. His family had put up little more than a token protest, knowing by now that if the little Tundra had his mind set on something, he'd find a way to get it, so with Izzy's assurances that she'd keep an eye on him, he'd been given the go-ahead.
The chef in question had already started prepping for her dish, and as it only involved meat, Flambaby had quickly lost interest and started wandering the premises. While he never missed an opportunity to attend festival events, he had a particularly specific motivation this time around: the rumours he'd heard of a new (old? He guessed that technically they were actually really really old) species of dragons that had come falling right out of the sky!
The last time this had happened several of the new-old dragons had rather quickly found their clan and made themselves at home, but so far, that hadn't been the case this time around.
So it was with baited breath that Flambaby walked at the outskirts of the event, wide eyes searching, finally letting out an excited squeak when he spotted a large, colourful mural that had several dragons working in front of it--including one the likes of which he'd never seen before. Strong, red wings kept them in the air; a brown belly accentuated their long, thick tail that looked as if it could knock him out with a single smack if so inclined; and, to Flambaby's delighted surprise, a beautiful, fluffy golden coat that looked almost as cosy as his mom's. He wondered if they would be offended if he asked if he could snuggle in it.
He trotted over, nearly tripping over himself as he couldn't tear his eyes away from them, finally forcing himself to look around when he found himself surrounded by paints and pigments of all kinds, and too many brushes to count. Flambaby thought long and hard, then grinned as the idea struck him, and he dove for a brush, clenching it tight between his teeth.
These dragons had come from the stars, the rumours said. So if he wanted to signal that their lair was a place that welcomed them, all he had to do was communicate that, right? He squinted at the mural as he worked first with purples (Arcane dragons liked purple, right?), then a fiery orange-red, to finally switch to a yellow that was so bright it was almost white, filling up the center of the, admittedly slightly sloppy (it was tricky to paint with your mouth!), star that had now joined the other decorations on the mural.
Stepping back, Flambaby added a final touch, scribbling a few words below his creation.
The Revanchists
welcome you ♥
Satisfied, the little Tundra grinned. Surely a few of the new new-old dragons would see this and come visit them now. He couldn't wait.
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I didn't mean to have this be so long help
