((Oh gosh this is long. I got a little carried away XD))
It's time for the party! Emerging from the evening forest comes a figure that might look familiar. It's finally the parasol that tips off who he is. It's Utvagari! But, what's he wearing?
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Masquerade Outfit
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For a dragon who advocated for such dark colors, he's wearing an awful lot of... pink? Baby blue? The pastel colors are a little startling, to be sure. The reason for his change in aesthetic becomes apparent when a second figure appears on top of the soft pink parasol.
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The small Veilspun has a mane that almost matches the wig Utvagari's obviously put on for this event, and the ribbons and bows the Spiral has shown a regular fondness for have been echoed in smaller scale on the new attendee.
"This is a party, you said?" The Veilspun grips the edge of the parasol and leans over to look at his chariot. "I knew the masks were important, but why?" The tiny mask twists to look at the craft station as they move past, though his seems to already be painted in some fashion.
"Pastelor, you've already got excitement and anticipation painted on your mask. You need not add more pigment." Utvagari smoothly leaves the table behind. Also left behind are the questions on how excitement and anticipation could be painted onto the Veilspun's little mask. When it comes to Pastelor, the clan has all accepted to just not question how he collects what he does.
The tiny passenger huffs and pokes a hole into the parasol in retaliation, but he doesn't depart for the glitter he sees ready for scattering. Or collecting. It'd be cool to have a jar of glitter for his lair. Put it next to the jar of sunshine, and he could make it sparkle like his jar of snow. Oh! If he put them next to each other, then maybe the others might want to come look.
Speaking of the others, "You said there would be other Veilspun here, right?" Pastelor leaned over the edge again to look at his companion. "And none of the others from our clan are coming?"
Utvagari sighed, as if this question had been asked many times already. "Yes, Pastelor, there will be other, not clan Veilspun here to celebrate." Just as he said this, a large form sailed over the treetops, with some much smaller forms flittering around them.
The form that lands reveals herself to be an Auraboa carrying three more Veilspun to the party. Her mask is filigree, and her outfit silk robes. It's not quite clear how she's following the dress code further than that.
"Yagrevina!" Utvagari calls up, "You're supposed to be composing ballads. What are you doing here? Yagrevina!"
The Auraboa lowers her mighty head to rumble in his general direction.
"I greet you, Utvagari.
You tell a tale of parties.
You and Pastelor fancy up.
You and Pastelor leave.
I bid you good travels, Utvagari.
I greet them, Zihao, Duskelora, Ijaya.
I tell what Utvagari tells.
They fancy up and tell me, too.
The best gift, Pastelor tell them.
A song for past and future circles.
I bid us good travels, Zihao, Duskelora, Ijaya.
A Veilspun in dark purple with mask made of a mosaic of dragonfly wings lands and scampers toward the previously arrived guests. "Yeah!" she announces, "You can't just say the best gift to Veilspuns ever will be here and then not invite us along! We're Veilspuns, too!"
"That would be fine," Pastelor calls back down, not noticing or ignoring that Utvagari hasn't leaned down any, "but Yagrevina needs to be dressed like a Veilspun to participate. How will you do that now that you're here?"
A second Veilspun flitters up to the Auraboa's head and perches on the top of her mask. Her own tiny mask is built out of the smallest gears and wires. She then taps the Auraboa until one massive eye focuses on her much smaller form. "The party for Veilspun is here. Duskelora is Veilspun. Yagrevina is Auraboa. My horns grow from me like branches. Brannches surround us here. Duskelora attach branches to Yagrevina. Yagrevina is Veilspun. The party for Veilspun is attended by Veilspun."
The large dragon makes a sound of understanding and quickly turns to reenter forest, leaving behind a mildly startled looking Veilspun. "Are you alright, Zihao?" the other land-bound Veilspun asks. This... is probably Ijaya. Maybe.
"Fine." His voice comes out quiet, though not at all muffled behind his mask. It seems to be entirely made of feathers, like a
Golden Birdskull Headdress without the birdskull. He spots a moment later the crafty table Utvagari had just passed and, without another word, zips over to it, adding sparkle and flair to his mask and... painting his scales? Well, alright then.
"Ijaya, would you like to join us?" Utvagari offers. She huffs, but does indeed fly up to join Pastelor on top of the parasol. "I think there may be a hedge maze you might enjoy set up further in?" Pastelor shifts from claw to claw, watching for the obviously offended lady to lash out.
"Better late than never. As penance, I demand full catering tonight." Utvagari sighed softly and began once again moving into the venue proper. Pastelor nodded quickly, already telling her how they would enjoy the party from what details he'd managed to get Utvagari to spill.
This... could be a long evening.
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