The lower edges of this float are sunk in shadow, obscuring how it moves. It looks like a den built from a mixture of local stone and driftwood. Time and effort have all but fused the two materials together, forming a dome. Its outsides glitter with luminescent runes. Some are simply of the Flights. Some are semi-magical invocations for protection and prosperity. Some might just be artwork. (A few are rude and scatological. Shadow Flight.)
The runes continue onto the wildclaw perched atop the den. She prowls around the top, peering into the crowd. She leaves glowing footprints in the same color as the runes flecking her scales and lining the den, but they soon puff away into shadows. These shadows swirl playfully for a moment, before flowing into the mass around the lower edges of the float. Each addition causes it to billow out more. By the end of the parade, it might even spill over onto the crowd.
Bats can be seen hanging inside the den. Well, they're a bit large for bats. Possibly some breed unique to the Tangled Wood? Abruptly, they explode outwards in a flurry, bearing favors. Then it's obvious they're nocturnes, all in dull colors easily taken for normal bats.
Some of them dive onto the surface of the den, dipping their hands into Mirxail's footprints. Now they and their favors glow, and this glow takes longer to fade. But eventually it too puffs into shadow.
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Chocoli The sketching attracts the attention of a pair of fae parade revelers. Soon, the imperial has a small flock of small dragons hovering over her shoulder.
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Rivix The Shadowbinder's children always come home. But not all of her children are born in her lands.
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Amazonite It is an elegantly painted mask, the colors oddly pearlescent in the strange lights of Trickmurk Circus.
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zeitheist "Sparklies!" chirps a nocturne, exactly mimicking the hatchling's tone of voice. Then she drops a few glowing doubloons down. "More sparklies!"
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NotHarvard That trick quickly attracts a gaggle of spirals and nocturnes who make a game of seeing if they can land something on his nose. At least until Mirxail takes flight herself to chase them back to the parade.
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clanguardian Nocturnes dart about, tossing favors in whatever direction their thoughts take them. One lands all but on Phosphor's nose.
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FloatingInSpace A shower of glowing doubloons and beads abruptly tumble over the mirror, and two nocturnes flicker away, giggling.
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Lyssa People ooh and ahh at the brilliant orrery. A few Arcane dragons flicked over to critique, because
of course, but they're quickly shushed by some Lightning dragons who want to know how she put it together. Eventually, a pair of the dark-scaled wildclaws have to wade in to snap at the visitors until they let the tundra be.
Aliit. Buirkan. Tor.
