New arrivals are greeted by a spiral dragon with stripes the color of bamboo and dark green horns swept back from a grinning face. Their wings shimmer the color of the summer sky, with a sheen of glistening Wind magic. This year they are magically enchanted to resemble the Aergate. Their eyes sparkle with joy and mischief as they loop through the air and wave to the assembling crowd.
"Welcome, welcome!" they call to new arrivals. "We're all so glad you made it! This will be the best Jamboree yet, I'm sure. Who wants to hear the thrilling tale of The Crescendo's Twist?"
Without pausing in their aerial acrobatics, the spiral launches into the story, their voice using Wind magic to project to every corner of the spacious room. "Once upon a time, the Windswept Plateau was host to the greatest storm of all time, a gift from Windsinger himself, the Twisting Crescendo. This huge storm was the heart and soul of the Plateau, clearing the skies and providing the air currents that allowed Wind's children to travel and dance in the sky. But one day... it disappeared."
The spiral stops their dance, hovering in the air and continuing in a somber tone. "The Plateau was struck with a terrible stillness. Dragons were unable to fly in the murky air. Windmills stopped turning. Commerce and travel ground to a halt. For one full month, the children of Windsinger mourned the loss of their heart. It was a terrible time."
"Yet all was not lost. This was not the end, merely a new beginning. One brave courier set out on a mission, to make a delivery that would reverse the misfortunes of the Plateau. For a month, he had carried a mysterious artifact of great power, unable to discover its intended recipient. But at last he encountered a lone dragon, one who had the ability to dance in the dead air." The spiral does a few twists and turns, stirring the air in the room with a fresh breeze. Vapor trails form in their wake, creating wispy clouds.
"After a great struggle, the courier delivered his sacred package, an idol of the Windsinger imbued with mysterious power. This power, combined with the spirit of the dancing dragon, caused a miracle!" The spiral is excited now, whipping around faster and faster as they tell their story. The wind ruffles the banners and ribbons strung throughout the Cloudsong. The vapor trails thicken with every pass, beginning to obscure them from view.
"The Crescendo was reborn, bigger and better than ever. Once more it enlivened the Plateau, and the children of Windsinger rejoiced. A new era had begun, full of joyfulness and opportunity, and every dragon in Sornieth now shares in the bounty!" And with that, party favors shower down from the miniature replica of the Crescendo that the spiral created with their dance, prizes landing at everyone's feet.
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