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I'll do this tonight!
[quote][i]The first snowfall of the year![/i][/quote]
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"SNOW!!!" Fruitcake bounded out of the cave and pounced into the fluffy white powder. It wasn't thick yet, but she didn't mind. Already she was wiggling around, making snow dragons, whipping up a flurry that landed on the heads of the rest of the clan that was peeking out.
"Milkshake! Get out here! NOW!" she yelled, spotting her mate as he came out to see what all the yelling was about.
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"Do you have to be so loud?" he asked, coming over to Fruitcake and nuzzling her good morning.
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"Only when there's fresh snow~" she smiled and pulled him down into it with him.
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The first snowfall of the year!
"SNOW!!!" Fruitcake bounded out of the cave and pounced into the fluffy white powder. It wasn't thick yet, but she didn't mind. Already she was wiggling around, making snow dragons, whipping up a flurry that landed on the heads of the rest of the clan that was peeking out.
"Milkshake! Get out here! NOW!" she yelled, spotting her mate as he came out to see what all the yelling was about.
"Do you have to be so loud?" he asked, coming over to Fruitcake and nuzzling her good morning.
"Only when there's fresh snow~" she smiled and pulled him down into it with him.
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Sadalbari walked outside and found himself in a flurry of tiny cold things falling fro the sky.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=181291&tab=dragon&did=16897443][u]Arundhati[/u][/url] looked up in awe. "Wow, lucky stars are falling on Sadalbari."
An older spiral, [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=181291&tab=dragon&did=3370478][u]Quartz [/u][/url] a fire dragon by birth, shook his head. "And you call yourself an arcane dragon, those aren't stars. They're snow."
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=181291&tab=dragon&did=14543537][u]A pale skydancer [/u][/url] walked outside."What, who called -"
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=181291&tab=dragon&did=3370478][u]Quartz [/u][/url] shook his head again. "I was telling Arundhati about snow, Snowdrop."
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=181291&tab=dragon&did=17333592][u]Phantasia, [/u][/url] a coatl from the Southern Icefield walked out dressed in a wooly coat, carrying her art supplies."I thought everyone knew about snow. Snow, by the way is cold, you'd better bundle up."
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=181291&tab=dragon&did=13643382][u]Citali [/u][/url] , the head astronomer and astrologer, spoke up. "I know about snow, it makes it so you can't see the sky, and it absolutely ruins lenses. "She huffed as she watched the snow continue to fall.
[url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=lair&id=181291&tab=dragon&did=17333592][u]The coatl [/u][/url], who was setting up an easel to paint the scene, smiled." I bet it looks pretty though, like fractals."
Sadalbari walked outside and found himself in a flurry of tiny cold things falling fro the sky.
Arundhati looked up in awe. "Wow, lucky stars are falling on Sadalbari."
An older spiral, Quartz a fire dragon by birth, shook his head. "And you call yourself an arcane dragon, those aren't stars. They're snow."
A pale skydancer walked outside."What, who called -"
Quartz shook his head again. "I was telling Arundhati about snow, Snowdrop."
Phantasia, a coatl from the Southern Icefield walked out dressed in a wooly coat, carrying her art supplies."I thought everyone knew about snow. Snow, by the way is cold, you'd better bundle up."
Citali , the head astronomer and astrologer, spoke up. "I know about snow, it makes it so you can't see the sky, and it absolutely ruins lenses. "She huffed as she watched the snow continue to fall.
The coatl , who was setting up an easel to paint the scene, smiled." I bet it looks pretty though, like fractals."
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It wasn't new for the group to encounter snow. Ever since their ice ambassador had fallen prey to sickness a little while back, they were too full with helping the Sunship back on its feet and its eventual split into the two distinct cultures. Chronus hasn't been here long -- a handful of weeks compared to most residents' years and years of service, but his pale markings and devotion to the Icewarden named him to be the next representative, at least until they could find a replacement.
That's how he got booted out and promised no shelter until he summons his first snow. His own enchantment swirling around him, Chronus raised a paw and concentrated hard enough for frost to decorate a window, but that left him with a headache. Magic had come easily to him then. Why now... ?
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"A little harder now," a voice urges, and the skydancer turns, wings unfolding to give an illusion of being bigger than he normally was. The snapper emerges from the shadow, kind eyes watching him with a lazy attentiveness, before she stomps her front foot. Ice blooms below her paw and spreads every which way, crystallizing delicate flowers and short grass. Chronus picks one for his own, tapping the flower against the bow of the ship and watching it break. "Won't be too long now since we've got Septen," she says, seemingly to herself.
Chronus cocks his head. "Who -- ?" His answer comes in form of a speck of white powder landing gently in front of him, and suddenly a thousand -- a million -- of snowflakes come spiralling down, signalling the start of winter. He's almost too enamored to notice an imperial within all of this madness, extremities covered in frost.
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"Sir," the snapper says, tipping a thoughtful head. "I'd like you to meet your apprentice -- his name is Chronus." Never mind that she hadn't even talked to him other than seeing her scurrying about on the ship, but the first snow's here at last, and she has a pacifying aura. He breathes, watching his fog turn to mist in front of him, and walks to stop at the other's feet. The skydancer bows his head, and the imperial regards him impassively before he nudges the other to his feet.
"We have many stops to make. Let's go."
It wasn't new for the group to encounter snow. Ever since their ice ambassador had fallen prey to sickness a little while back, they were too full with helping the Sunship back on its feet and its eventual split into the two distinct cultures. Chronus hasn't been here long -- a handful of weeks compared to most residents' years and years of service, but his pale markings and devotion to the Icewarden named him to be the next representative, at least until they could find a replacement.
That's how he got booted out and promised no shelter until he summons his first snow. His own enchantment swirling around him, Chronus raised a paw and concentrated hard enough for frost to decorate a window, but that left him with a headache. Magic had come easily to him then. Why now... ?
"A little harder now," a voice urges, and the skydancer turns, wings unfolding to give an illusion of being bigger than he normally was. The snapper emerges from the shadow, kind eyes watching him with a lazy attentiveness, before she stomps her front foot. Ice blooms below her paw and spreads every which way, crystallizing delicate flowers and short grass. Chronus picks one for his own, tapping the flower against the bow of the ship and watching it break. "Won't be too long now since we've got Septen," she says, seemingly to herself.
Chronus cocks his head. "Who -- ?" His answer comes in form of a speck of white powder landing gently in front of him, and suddenly a thousand -- a million -- of snowflakes come spiralling down, signalling the start of winter. He's almost too enamored to notice an imperial within all of this madness, extremities covered in frost.
"Sir," the snapper says, tipping a thoughtful head. "I'd like you to meet your apprentice -- his name is Chronus." Never mind that she hadn't even talked to him other than seeing her scurrying about on the ship, but the first snow's here at last, and she has a pacifying aura. He breathes, watching his fog turn to mist in front of him, and walks to stop at the other's feet. The skydancer bows his head, and the imperial regards him impassively before he nudges the other to his feet.
"We have many stops to make. Let's go."
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Slightly long reply but asfjgasdfkasdjfg why not??
Snowfall
Cyanide shifted as she felt the gust of wind from behind her caress her backside, three times in fact. Most times that someone flew out it was the Gatherers that took for into the morning sun to do their rounds for a week, only to return early when they had brought in findings of noteworthy. Today they were home an had planned to stay a little longer before taking off again.
She opened her eyes wearily, muttering a spell to look into the reflection of her pearl to gander at exactly who it was that whizzed past her. She trusted her clan full-heartedly, but it had grown to such a size that keeping track of them as they come and go had become a task, they had lost several on the days that she didn't check. It was the base of her paranoia that gave her reason, and it was her heart that reminded her it was because she cared.
The images came across the pearl, three dragon's were currently sitting just outside of their Refuge entrance staring up into the sky. Not entirely able to make out exactly what they were staring at, the obsidian dragon dispelled the magic. Pushing herself up, she nosed the pearl to start rolling along in front of her, muttering another spell to have it keep rolling as she made her way to the entrance.
As the entrance opened up to reveal the other dragons, it also put Cyanide to pause her movements, finally understanding why.
Before her sat the Refuge's three Ice-wielding members, who all had taken their place to sit along the edge of where snow met the ground, gazing as the faint-lit sky as the sun had yet to peak over the horizon. Quartz, Howlite, and the nameless Nocturne all gazed upon the scene that had become of the Rot Rock Rim while flakes continued to lightly layer across the land. With the Wyrmwound on the other side, snow was actually possible here, and she was certain that some of her members would rather be on the dryer side than be buried in cold.
It was only a matter of time before the night patrol came around to greet the three dragons to the morning news. Tripudium and Skroll seemed unhindered by the cold, but that went without saying since both have had some connection with snow at one point as well. The five members chattered about memories and thoughts for a while, Howlite even amuzing himself into flicking a patch of snow into Tripudium's face.
Skroll then noticed Cyanide, and proceeded to lead himself inside while leaving the others to mingle in the cold, his voice slightly hindered by his mask, "Good morning mylady."
Cyanide grinned, having always been amused by his polite responses regardless of his origin, "Morning Skroll, must be nice getting your natural habitat to come this morning."
A small chuckle escaped from the Mirror, "Snow may be a part of me, but magic has never flowed through me like so."
She nodded, as if always has explained why the Mirror has went on the way to use brawn and cunning instead, "Weather report then."
Only then did the Mirror lift his mask and hood, the antlers hooking themselves upon his armor to hold the mask from falling off, "Cold front that came from the Plateau, and it might be sticking around for a while. I would prepare for weeks."
"Weeks?" She raised a brow to him.
"The Icewarden, I imagine, might be trying to take the world by storm to try and level the population of everything living. Though it is normal this time of year, I have a feeling he may press it to be a much more violent season."
"And he will," She gritted her teeth, glancing back down the path into the Refuge, "Siren the Refuge, things are going to be moving, and we're going to want to catch them while they're moving."
A brief nod came from Skroll before he turned and bounded down the path. Cyanide watched him go, and began to think about how they were going to be able to compete with other clans for food. Everything now started to succumb to the swift cold that had blown in, and they needed to be on top of it while they still could.
Snowfall
Cyanide shifted as she felt the gust of wind from behind her caress her backside, three times in fact. Most times that someone flew out it was the Gatherers that took for into the morning sun to do their rounds for a week, only to return early when they had brought in findings of noteworthy. Today they were home an had planned to stay a little longer before taking off again.
She opened her eyes wearily, muttering a spell to look into the reflection of her pearl to gander at exactly who it was that whizzed past her. She trusted her clan full-heartedly, but it had grown to such a size that keeping track of them as they come and go had become a task, they had lost several on the days that she didn't check. It was the base of her paranoia that gave her reason, and it was her heart that reminded her it was because she cared.
The images came across the pearl, three dragon's were currently sitting just outside of their Refuge entrance staring up into the sky. Not entirely able to make out exactly what they were staring at, the obsidian dragon dispelled the magic. Pushing herself up, she nosed the pearl to start rolling along in front of her, muttering another spell to have it keep rolling as she made her way to the entrance.
As the entrance opened up to reveal the other dragons, it also put Cyanide to pause her movements, finally understanding why.
Before her sat the Refuge's three Ice-wielding members, who all had taken their place to sit along the edge of where snow met the ground, gazing as the faint-lit sky as the sun had yet to peak over the horizon. Quartz, Howlite, and the nameless Nocturne all gazed upon the scene that had become of the Rot Rock Rim while flakes continued to lightly layer across the land. With the Wyrmwound on the other side, snow was actually possible here, and she was certain that some of her members would rather be on the dryer side than be buried in cold.
It was only a matter of time before the night patrol came around to greet the three dragons to the morning news. Tripudium and Skroll seemed unhindered by the cold, but that went without saying since both have had some connection with snow at one point as well. The five members chattered about memories and thoughts for a while, Howlite even amuzing himself into flicking a patch of snow into Tripudium's face.
Skroll then noticed Cyanide, and proceeded to lead himself inside while leaving the others to mingle in the cold, his voice slightly hindered by his mask, "Good morning mylady."
Cyanide grinned, having always been amused by his polite responses regardless of his origin, "Morning Skroll, must be nice getting your natural habitat to come this morning."
A small chuckle escaped from the Mirror, "Snow may be a part of me, but magic has never flowed through me like so."
She nodded, as if always has explained why the Mirror has went on the way to use brawn and cunning instead, "Weather report then."
Only then did the Mirror lift his mask and hood, the antlers hooking themselves upon his armor to hold the mask from falling off, "Cold front that came from the Plateau, and it might be sticking around for a while. I would prepare for weeks."
"Weeks?" She raised a brow to him.
"The Icewarden, I imagine, might be trying to take the world by storm to try and level the population of everything living. Though it is normal this time of year, I have a feeling he may press it to be a much more violent season."
"And he will," She gritted her teeth, glancing back down the path into the Refuge, "Siren the Refuge, things are going to be moving, and we're going to want to catch them while they're moving."
A brief nod came from Skroll before he turned and bounded down the path. Cyanide watched him go, and began to think about how they were going to be able to compete with other clans for food. Everything now started to succumb to the swift cold that had blown in, and they needed to be on top of it while they still could.
Slightly long reply but asfjgasdfkasdjfg why not??
Snowfall
Cyanide shifted as she felt the gust of wind from behind her caress her backside, three times in fact. Most times that someone flew out it was the Gatherers that took for into the morning sun to do their rounds for a week, only to return early when they had brought in findings of noteworthy. Today they were home an had planned to stay a little longer before taking off again.
She opened her eyes wearily, muttering a spell to look into the reflection of her pearl to gander at exactly who it was that whizzed past her. She trusted her clan full-heartedly, but it had grown to such a size that keeping track of them as they come and go had become a task, they had lost several on the days that she didn't check. It was the base of her paranoia that gave her reason, and it was her heart that reminded her it was because she cared.
The images came across the pearl, three dragon's were currently sitting just outside of their Refuge entrance staring up into the sky. Not entirely able to make out exactly what they were staring at, the obsidian dragon dispelled the magic. Pushing herself up, she nosed the pearl to start rolling along in front of her, muttering another spell to have it keep rolling as she made her way to the entrance.
As the entrance opened up to reveal the other dragons, it also put Cyanide to pause her movements, finally understanding why.
Before her sat the Refuge's three Ice-wielding members, who all had taken their place to sit along the edge of where snow met the ground, gazing as the faint-lit sky as the sun had yet to peak over the horizon. Quartz, Howlite, and the nameless Nocturne all gazed upon the scene that had become of the Rot Rock Rim while flakes continued to lightly layer across the land. With the Wyrmwound on the other side, snow was actually possible here, and she was certain that some of her members would rather be on the dryer side than be buried in cold.
It was only a matter of time before the night patrol came around to greet the three dragons to the morning news. Tripudium and Skroll seemed unhindered by the cold, but that went without saying since both have had some connection with snow at one point as well. The five members chattered about memories and thoughts for a while, Howlite even amuzing himself into flicking a patch of snow into Tripudium's face.
Skroll then noticed Cyanide, and proceeded to lead himself inside while leaving the others to mingle in the cold, his voice slightly hindered by his mask, "Good morning mylady."
Cyanide grinned, having always been amused by his polite responses regardless of his origin, "Morning Skroll, must be nice getting your natural habitat to come this morning."
A small chuckle escaped from the Mirror, "Snow may be a part of me, but magic has never flowed through me like so."
She nodded, as if always has explained why the Mirror has went on the way to use brawn and cunning instead, "Weather report then."
Only then did the Mirror lift his mask and hood, the antlers hooking themselves upon his armor to hold the mask from falling off, "Cold front that came from the Plateau, and it might be sticking around for a while. I would prepare for weeks."
"Weeks?" She raised a brow to him.
"The Icewarden, I imagine, might be trying to take the world by storm to try and level the population of everything living. Though it is normal this time of year, I have a feeling he may press it to be a much more violent season."
"And he will," She gritted her teeth, glancing back down the path into the Refuge, "Siren the Refuge, things are going to be moving, and we're going to want to catch them while they're moving."
A brief nod came from Skroll before he turned and bounded down the path. Cyanide watched him go, and began to think about how they were going to be able to compete with other clans for food. Everything now started to succumb to the swift cold that had blown in, and they needed to be on top of it while they still could.
Snowfall
Cyanide shifted as she felt the gust of wind from behind her caress her backside, three times in fact. Most times that someone flew out it was the Gatherers that took for into the morning sun to do their rounds for a week, only to return early when they had brought in findings of noteworthy. Today they were home an had planned to stay a little longer before taking off again.
She opened her eyes wearily, muttering a spell to look into the reflection of her pearl to gander at exactly who it was that whizzed past her. She trusted her clan full-heartedly, but it had grown to such a size that keeping track of them as they come and go had become a task, they had lost several on the days that she didn't check. It was the base of her paranoia that gave her reason, and it was her heart that reminded her it was because she cared.
The images came across the pearl, three dragon's were currently sitting just outside of their Refuge entrance staring up into the sky. Not entirely able to make out exactly what they were staring at, the obsidian dragon dispelled the magic. Pushing herself up, she nosed the pearl to start rolling along in front of her, muttering another spell to have it keep rolling as she made her way to the entrance.
As the entrance opened up to reveal the other dragons, it also put Cyanide to pause her movements, finally understanding why.
Before her sat the Refuge's three Ice-wielding members, who all had taken their place to sit along the edge of where snow met the ground, gazing as the faint-lit sky as the sun had yet to peak over the horizon. Quartz, Howlite, and the nameless Nocturne all gazed upon the scene that had become of the Rot Rock Rim while flakes continued to lightly layer across the land. With the Wyrmwound on the other side, snow was actually possible here, and she was certain that some of her members would rather be on the dryer side than be buried in cold.
It was only a matter of time before the night patrol came around to greet the three dragons to the morning news. Tripudium and Skroll seemed unhindered by the cold, but that went without saying since both have had some connection with snow at one point as well. The five members chattered about memories and thoughts for a while, Howlite even amuzing himself into flicking a patch of snow into Tripudium's face.
Skroll then noticed Cyanide, and proceeded to lead himself inside while leaving the others to mingle in the cold, his voice slightly hindered by his mask, "Good morning mylady."
Cyanide grinned, having always been amused by his polite responses regardless of his origin, "Morning Skroll, must be nice getting your natural habitat to come this morning."
A small chuckle escaped from the Mirror, "Snow may be a part of me, but magic has never flowed through me like so."
She nodded, as if always has explained why the Mirror has went on the way to use brawn and cunning instead, "Weather report then."
Only then did the Mirror lift his mask and hood, the antlers hooking themselves upon his armor to hold the mask from falling off, "Cold front that came from the Plateau, and it might be sticking around for a while. I would prepare for weeks."
"Weeks?" She raised a brow to him.
"The Icewarden, I imagine, might be trying to take the world by storm to try and level the population of everything living. Though it is normal this time of year, I have a feeling he may press it to be a much more violent season."
"And he will," She gritted her teeth, glancing back down the path into the Refuge, "Siren the Refuge, things are going to be moving, and we're going to want to catch them while they're moving."
A brief nod came from Skroll before he turned and bounded down the path. Cyanide watched him go, and began to think about how they were going to be able to compete with other clans for food. Everything now started to succumb to the swift cold that had blown in, and they needed to be on top of it while they still could.
The first snow of the year. The hatchlings were leaping into snowdrifts and making lumpy snowdragons, bounding about with the relentless energy children have. Glynnis watched the hatchlings with a bemused smile on her face; they always got so excited the first time they saw snow, and it was one of her favorite sights.
"Mamaaa!" A tiny ridgeback ran towards Glynnis, sniffling. Her nose was red with the cold, and she was starting to shiver. Glynnis hummed soothingly and took the hatchling under her wings, keeping her warm.
Soon, the hatchling stopped her crying and was squirming to go back out into the snow. Glynnis laughed, and let her go, knowing full well she'd have a gaggle of freezing hatchlings to feed soup and herbal tea before bed.
"Mamaaa!" A tiny ridgeback ran towards Glynnis, sniffling. Her nose was red with the cold, and she was starting to shiver. Glynnis hummed soothingly and took the hatchling under her wings, keeping her warm.
Soon, the hatchling stopped her crying and was squirming to go back out into the snow. Glynnis laughed, and let her go, knowing full well she'd have a gaggle of freezing hatchlings to feed soup and herbal tea before bed.
The first snow of the year. The hatchlings were leaping into snowdrifts and making lumpy snowdragons, bounding about with the relentless energy children have. Glynnis watched the hatchlings with a bemused smile on her face; they always got so excited the first time they saw snow, and it was one of her favorite sights.
"Mamaaa!" A tiny ridgeback ran towards Glynnis, sniffling. Her nose was red with the cold, and she was starting to shiver. Glynnis hummed soothingly and took the hatchling under her wings, keeping her warm.
Soon, the hatchling stopped her crying and was squirming to go back out into the snow. Glynnis laughed, and let her go, knowing full well she'd have a gaggle of freezing hatchlings to feed soup and herbal tea before bed.
"Mamaaa!" A tiny ridgeback ran towards Glynnis, sniffling. Her nose was red with the cold, and she was starting to shiver. Glynnis hummed soothingly and took the hatchling under her wings, keeping her warm.
Soon, the hatchling stopped her crying and was squirming to go back out into the snow. Glynnis laughed, and let her go, knowing full well she'd have a gaggle of freezing hatchlings to feed soup and herbal tea before bed.
The trouble with living in the Great Furnace was that winter never truly set in, and it wasn't until Tethys returned with news of snow on the edges of Fire's domain that the clan had any idea it was so late into the year.
Once the news arrived, preparations were made - the tundras of the clan setting down their tools, their forges banked to embers as they packed up for the annual trek to see the snow. It helped to keep the growth cycle of their fur on its natural course, and often they shed enough on the journey back that their path can be tracked by the long woolen hairs.
Once the news arrived, preparations were made - the tundras of the clan setting down their tools, their forges banked to embers as they packed up for the annual trek to see the snow. It helped to keep the growth cycle of their fur on its natural course, and often they shed enough on the journey back that their path can be tracked by the long woolen hairs.
The trouble with living in the Great Furnace was that winter never truly set in, and it wasn't until Tethys returned with news of snow on the edges of Fire's domain that the clan had any idea it was so late into the year.
Once the news arrived, preparations were made - the tundras of the clan setting down their tools, their forges banked to embers as they packed up for the annual trek to see the snow. It helped to keep the growth cycle of their fur on its natural course, and often they shed enough on the journey back that their path can be tracked by the long woolen hairs.
Once the news arrived, preparations were made - the tundras of the clan setting down their tools, their forges banked to embers as they packed up for the annual trek to see the snow. It helped to keep the growth cycle of their fur on its natural course, and often they shed enough on the journey back that their path can be tracked by the long woolen hairs.
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[i]Iiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmaaass...[/i][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=18446411]
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No, no!
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[i]Dashing through the snow on a one horse open sleigh...[/i]
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[/url]woke up to thunderous voices singing carols. Or rather, fighting over the carols that should be sung. They looked at each other and began communicating in the mysterious ways that Fae do, watching the large Imperial, Joyous, and his equally festive mate, a Coatl named Yuletide singing over each other. Following them to the surface Selkie begins to shiver and Snow knew what was up right away... the first natural snow of the season. Joyous was bursting through the snow spraying show everywhere and Yuletide was making snowballs. Snow felt bad for her partner who always felt the biting chill of the cold but Selkie seemed happy to see the snow and began magically throwing it at the christmas-y pair. Inside however he was envious of Flames and Birch laying their eggs in Flames home of fire.
Iiiii'm dreaming of a whiiiite christmaaass...
No, no!
Dashing through the snow on a one horse open sleigh...
Selkie
and his mate Snow
woke up to thunderous voices singing carols. Or rather, fighting over the carols that should be sung. They looked at each other and began communicating in the mysterious ways that Fae do, watching the large Imperial, Joyous, and his equally festive mate, a Coatl named Yuletide singing over each other. Following them to the surface Selkie begins to shiver and Snow knew what was up right away... the first natural snow of the season. Joyous was bursting through the snow spraying show everywhere and Yuletide was making snowballs. Snow felt bad for her partner who always felt the biting chill of the cold but Selkie seemed happy to see the snow and began magically throwing it at the christmas-y pair. Inside however he was envious of Flames and Birch laying their eggs in Flames home of fire.
No, no!
Dashing through the snow on a one horse open sleigh...
Selkie
and his mate Snow
woke up to thunderous voices singing carols. Or rather, fighting over the carols that should be sung. They looked at each other and began communicating in the mysterious ways that Fae do, watching the large Imperial, Joyous, and his equally festive mate, a Coatl named Yuletide singing over each other. Following them to the surface Selkie begins to shiver and Snow knew what was up right away... the first natural snow of the season. Joyous was bursting through the snow spraying show everywhere and Yuletide was making snowballs. Snow felt bad for her partner who always felt the biting chill of the cold but Selkie seemed happy to see the snow and began magically throwing it at the christmas-y pair. Inside however he was envious of Flames and Birch laying their eggs in Flames home of fire.
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Pontus curled up in the warm, spacious nest her new clan had provided her. It had been her first full day with them, and while the culture shock had been intense (moving from the Southern Icefield to the Windswept Plateau is [i]not[/i] an easy thing), she was still optimistic about her new life. The weather was great and the dragons seemed nice enough. Certainly she’d be able to adapt. The guardian sighed softly, dreams of tomorrow’s adventures whisking her off to sleep.
She woke to the sound of screams.
Pontus quickly heaved herself to her feet, pausing to grab her [s]tacky[/s] sweater and favorite necklace before darting into the clan’s main hall. All around her dragons were panicking. The winter festival decorations they had carefully arranged the night before lay in shambles beneath their feet. Pontus carefully waded through the screaming masses, silently thanking the gods for her size. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Vollenth, the clan matriarch, desperately trying to restore some semblance of order to her clan.
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“Pontus! Thank the gods! I was starting to worry about you,” the tundra cried, meeting her halfway across the room. “Are you unharmed?”
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” Pontus replied, trying and failing to drag her attention away from the chaos unfolding around her. It seemed that a small squad of coatls was starting to reign in the crowd, though not without difficulty. She reluctantly turned back to Vollenth. “Is everything alright? What the hell happened?”
“A disaster,” Vollenth said solemnly. “I don’t know if we’ll be able to recover from this.”
“Recover from [i]what?”[/i]
“I… I don’t want to scare you with it. My mate and I will get everything under control. You don’t need to worry about-”
“Vollenth, [i]tell me what’s going on!”[/i]
The tundra flinched at her tone. She glanced around and beckoned for Pontus to come closer. The guardian bent down so she could whisper in her ear.
[i]”It’s snowing.”[/i]
Pontus laughed uneasily, thinking it was a joke. Then she saw the matriarch’s face. “Oh, come on, you can’t be serious,” the guardian huffed. “The entire clan’s lost its freaking mind and you’re telling me it’s because of [i]snow?[/i] It snowed all the time in my home clan and nobody cared! Is this some kind of northerner thing?” Vollenth shook her head. “You don’t understand. We live right next to the Ashfall Waste. We NEVER get snow here!”
“So? It’s just frozen water. It’s not like it’s going to kill you.”
“Yes, but… Well, Blizzard’s whipped everyone into a frenzy with one of his rants. He says the snow is a sign of the Icewarden’s displeasure.” The matriarch glanced about nervously. “Do you think he’s right? Have we done something to anger him? Can he even [i]show[/i] his anger here?”
Pontus was too busy facepalming to reply. Of [i]course[/i] Blizzard was behind this. She’d barely met the Ice Ambassador, but she’d seen enough to get a feel for his personality: greedy, conniving and powerhungry. Of course he’d try to twist the snowfall to his advantage. Thanks to his job, anyone worried about the Icewarden’s wrath would have to turn to him for consolation and help. He’d gladly provide both… for a fee. A low growl rumbled in Pontus’s throat. She brushed by Vollenth and clambered on top of the Speaking Stone, a great grey boulder in the middle of the hall.
“LISTEN UP,” the guardian bellowed. The din of the hall gradually fell away as the panicking dragons paused and looked at her. “Look at yourselves. Look at what you’ve done!” She waved a claw at the ruins of the main hall. “I’ve seen riots that are less destructive than this! And according to Vollenth, the reason you’re doing this, the reason you’ve started rampaging like a herd of startled buffalo, is because it’s [i]snowing outside.”[/i] Pontus glared around the hall as though daring someone to deny it. No one did. She leapt off of the rock and landed heavily on her feet. “Follow me. Let me show you exactly what you’re so afraid of.”
Several minutes later she stood outside the clan’s lair. A group of fifty-odd dragons was huddled behind her, staring at the winter wonderland like a bunch of frightened hatchlings. And it really was just that: a winter wonderland. The snow had covered the ground in a soft, unbroken blanket. Here and there bamboo stalks jutted out of it, but even those were crowned with little rings of white. One or two had glittering icicles hanging from them like lopsided teeth. A few stray snowflakes still drifted down from the sky, and Pontus had to fight the urge to catch one on her tongue. “Come on, stop standing there like a bunch of sheep,” she called, glancing back at her clanmates. "Give the snow a chance. I promise it won't kill you!"
The first to step forward was a silver pearlcatcher. She spent a couple moments poking and prodding at the snow as though she were afraid it would attack her. Eventually she seemed to get used to it and started to build a little castle. Soon a couple other dragons joined her, and then a couple more. Before long the entire clan had migrated into the field of snow. Some were making snowballs. Others had banded together to build a giant snowdragon. A few were working on making igloos and forts. Pontus wove through the excited crowd in search of Vollenth. She found the tundra leading one of the snowball teams. “Still think this is a curse?” the guardian asked, sitting down next to her. Vollenth laughed. “Of course not. If anything, this is a blessing!” She stood up and packed a bit of snow into a circle. “For the Windsinger!” she cried, lobbing it at Pontus’s head.
Pontus quickly returned fire and before long a war erupted. Bundles of ice and snow sailed through the air like aggressive, lopsided birds. Still, despite the joy of the moment, the guardian couldn't shake a certain sense of foreboding.
Towards the fight's end she noticed a white and blue spiral hovering in the clan lair's entrance, glaring at her with unadulterated malice. Blizzard. He turned and retreated inside before she could approach him. Pontus frowned and watched him go. That one was going to be trouble.
(@Splendora133)
Pontus curled up in the warm, spacious nest her new clan had provided her. It had been her first full day with them, and while the culture shock had been intense (moving from the Southern Icefield to the Windswept Plateau is not an easy thing), she was still optimistic about her new life. The weather was great and the dragons seemed nice enough. Certainly she’d be able to adapt. The guardian sighed softly, dreams of tomorrow’s adventures whisking her off to sleep.
She woke to the sound of screams.
Pontus quickly heaved herself to her feet, pausing to grab her
“Pontus! Thank the gods! I was starting to worry about you,” the tundra cried, meeting her halfway across the room. “Are you unharmed?”
“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” Pontus replied, trying and failing to drag her attention away from the chaos unfolding around her. It seemed that a small squad of coatls was starting to reign in the crowd, though not without difficulty. She reluctantly turned back to Vollenth. “Is everything alright? What the hell happened?”
“A disaster,” Vollenth said solemnly. “I don’t know if we’ll be able to recover from this.”
“Recover from what?”
“I… I don’t want to scare you with it. My mate and I will get everything under control. You don’t need to worry about-”
“Vollenth, tell me what’s going on!”
The tundra flinched at her tone. She glanced around and beckoned for Pontus to come closer. The guardian bent down so she could whisper in her ear.
”It’s snowing.”
Pontus laughed uneasily, thinking it was a joke. Then she saw the matriarch’s face. “Oh, come on, you can’t be serious,” the guardian huffed. “The entire clan’s lost its freaking mind and you’re telling me it’s because of snow? It snowed all the time in my home clan and nobody cared! Is this some kind of northerner thing?” Vollenth shook her head. “You don’t understand. We live right next to the Ashfall Waste. We NEVER get snow here!”
“So? It’s just frozen water. It’s not like it’s going to kill you.”
“Yes, but… Well, Blizzard’s whipped everyone into a frenzy with one of his rants. He says the snow is a sign of the Icewarden’s displeasure.” The matriarch glanced about nervously. “Do you think he’s right? Have we done something to anger him? Can he even show his anger here?”
Pontus was too busy facepalming to reply. Of course Blizzard was behind this. She’d barely met the Ice Ambassador, but she’d seen enough to get a feel for his personality: greedy, conniving and powerhungry. Of course he’d try to twist the snowfall to his advantage. Thanks to his job, anyone worried about the Icewarden’s wrath would have to turn to him for consolation and help. He’d gladly provide both… for a fee. A low growl rumbled in Pontus’s throat. She brushed by Vollenth and clambered on top of the Speaking Stone, a great grey boulder in the middle of the hall.
“LISTEN UP,” the guardian bellowed. The din of the hall gradually fell away as the panicking dragons paused and looked at her. “Look at yourselves. Look at what you’ve done!” She waved a claw at the ruins of the main hall. “I’ve seen riots that are less destructive than this! And according to Vollenth, the reason you’re doing this, the reason you’ve started rampaging like a herd of startled buffalo, is because it’s snowing outside.” Pontus glared around the hall as though daring someone to deny it. No one did. She leapt off of the rock and landed heavily on her feet. “Follow me. Let me show you exactly what you’re so afraid of.”
Several minutes later she stood outside the clan’s lair. A group of fifty-odd dragons was huddled behind her, staring at the winter wonderland like a bunch of frightened hatchlings. And it really was just that: a winter wonderland. The snow had covered the ground in a soft, unbroken blanket. Here and there bamboo stalks jutted out of it, but even those were crowned with little rings of white. One or two had glittering icicles hanging from them like lopsided teeth. A few stray snowflakes still drifted down from the sky, and Pontus had to fight the urge to catch one on her tongue. “Come on, stop standing there like a bunch of sheep,” she called, glancing back at her clanmates. "Give the snow a chance. I promise it won't kill you!"
The first to step forward was a silver pearlcatcher. She spent a couple moments poking and prodding at the snow as though she were afraid it would attack her. Eventually she seemed to get used to it and started to build a little castle. Soon a couple other dragons joined her, and then a couple more. Before long the entire clan had migrated into the field of snow. Some were making snowballs. Others had banded together to build a giant snowdragon. A few were working on making igloos and forts. Pontus wove through the excited crowd in search of Vollenth. She found the tundra leading one of the snowball teams. “Still think this is a curse?” the guardian asked, sitting down next to her. Vollenth laughed. “Of course not. If anything, this is a blessing!” She stood up and packed a bit of snow into a circle. “For the Windsinger!” she cried, lobbing it at Pontus’s head.
Pontus quickly returned fire and before long a war erupted. Bundles of ice and snow sailed through the air like aggressive, lopsided birds. Still, despite the joy of the moment, the guardian couldn't shake a certain sense of foreboding.
Towards the fight's end she noticed a white and blue spiral hovering in the clan lair's entrance, glaring at her with unadulterated malice. Blizzard. He turned and retreated inside before she could approach him. Pontus frowned and watched him go. That one was going to be trouble.
(@Splendora133)
The first snow fall
Snow was an event even this far north, and Mulder was still unfamiliar with the sight of the Sea and the distant mountains of the Wastes covered in snow. He'd been born in the Southern Icefield, and the bitter cold and the endless white had driven him north to the mainland. The first few flurries of the storm they passed through gave him unpleasant reminders of the dangers of snowstorms, and he had Scully and he fly higher.
Scully, on the other wing, loved the snow. It reminded her of days spent playing on the frozen shores of the Sea, and of the warm dens that awaited them when they got home. Flying higher was more difficult for the small nocturne, but she was determined and they made very good time.
When they landed back at the Reaches, they found the high red cliffs steepled in high snowdrifts, and a few of the lower dwelling doors covered in snow. Although they had been the first to see the snow, several hours before, the storm passed faster than they had; the Yard was already filled with the dragons of the Reaches. Mulder and Scully landed in a flurry of snow, and their middle daughter Eve bounded through the snow to them. "They brought the snow!" their little girl crowed to the other adolescents she'd banded together with, and the whole troop ran off to shout their 'news'.
From the side Scully saw Bhu approach them. "The first snow is always the most exciting for them," their leader mused, the phytocat at her side twitching with every snowflake that touched her nose.
"The first snow is my favourite," Mulder admitted, and Scully gave him a fond smile.
wow um.
i didn't mean to write that much whoops.
Snow was an event even this far north, and Mulder was still unfamiliar with the sight of the Sea and the distant mountains of the Wastes covered in snow. He'd been born in the Southern Icefield, and the bitter cold and the endless white had driven him north to the mainland. The first few flurries of the storm they passed through gave him unpleasant reminders of the dangers of snowstorms, and he had Scully and he fly higher.
Scully, on the other wing, loved the snow. It reminded her of days spent playing on the frozen shores of the Sea, and of the warm dens that awaited them when they got home. Flying higher was more difficult for the small nocturne, but she was determined and they made very good time.
When they landed back at the Reaches, they found the high red cliffs steepled in high snowdrifts, and a few of the lower dwelling doors covered in snow. Although they had been the first to see the snow, several hours before, the storm passed faster than they had; the Yard was already filled with the dragons of the Reaches. Mulder and Scully landed in a flurry of snow, and their middle daughter Eve bounded through the snow to them. "They brought the snow!" their little girl crowed to the other adolescents she'd banded together with, and the whole troop ran off to shout their 'news'.
From the side Scully saw Bhu approach them. "The first snow is always the most exciting for them," their leader mused, the phytocat at her side twitching with every snowflake that touched her nose.
"The first snow is my favourite," Mulder admitted, and Scully gave him a fond smile.
wow um.
i didn't mean to write that much whoops.
The first snow fall
Snow was an event even this far north, and Mulder was still unfamiliar with the sight of the Sea and the distant mountains of the Wastes covered in snow. He'd been born in the Southern Icefield, and the bitter cold and the endless white had driven him north to the mainland. The first few flurries of the storm they passed through gave him unpleasant reminders of the dangers of snowstorms, and he had Scully and he fly higher.
Scully, on the other wing, loved the snow. It reminded her of days spent playing on the frozen shores of the Sea, and of the warm dens that awaited them when they got home. Flying higher was more difficult for the small nocturne, but she was determined and they made very good time.
When they landed back at the Reaches, they found the high red cliffs steepled in high snowdrifts, and a few of the lower dwelling doors covered in snow. Although they had been the first to see the snow, several hours before, the storm passed faster than they had; the Yard was already filled with the dragons of the Reaches. Mulder and Scully landed in a flurry of snow, and their middle daughter Eve bounded through the snow to them. "They brought the snow!" their little girl crowed to the other adolescents she'd banded together with, and the whole troop ran off to shout their 'news'.
From the side Scully saw Bhu approach them. "The first snow is always the most exciting for them," their leader mused, the phytocat at her side twitching with every snowflake that touched her nose.
"The first snow is my favourite," Mulder admitted, and Scully gave him a fond smile.
wow um.
i didn't mean to write that much whoops.
Snow was an event even this far north, and Mulder was still unfamiliar with the sight of the Sea and the distant mountains of the Wastes covered in snow. He'd been born in the Southern Icefield, and the bitter cold and the endless white had driven him north to the mainland. The first few flurries of the storm they passed through gave him unpleasant reminders of the dangers of snowstorms, and he had Scully and he fly higher.
Scully, on the other wing, loved the snow. It reminded her of days spent playing on the frozen shores of the Sea, and of the warm dens that awaited them when they got home. Flying higher was more difficult for the small nocturne, but she was determined and they made very good time.
When they landed back at the Reaches, they found the high red cliffs steepled in high snowdrifts, and a few of the lower dwelling doors covered in snow. Although they had been the first to see the snow, several hours before, the storm passed faster than they had; the Yard was already filled with the dragons of the Reaches. Mulder and Scully landed in a flurry of snow, and their middle daughter Eve bounded through the snow to them. "They brought the snow!" their little girl crowed to the other adolescents she'd banded together with, and the whole troop ran off to shout their 'news'.
From the side Scully saw Bhu approach them. "The first snow is always the most exciting for them," their leader mused, the phytocat at her side twitching with every snowflake that touched her nose.
"The first snow is my favourite," Mulder admitted, and Scully gave him a fond smile.
wow um.
i didn't mean to write that much whoops.
