Raffles & Giveaways

[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=38799346] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/387994/38799346_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [url=https://www1.flightrising.com/forums/raf/2781265/7#post_41396092][b]Day 4[/b][/url] [i](my heeeeeeaaart x'DDD)[/i] "Oh, actually, I was just goin' that way myself!" Khamsin chirps back. She had no intention of doing such a thing, but who can resist those huge, innocent eyes? And she's a fast flier; she's confident she can make it there and back with time to spare. Still, she feels she can do a little bit more for these younglings. "But afore I go, here, why don'cha practice making those lovely win-peels for yourselves?" She takes spare sheets of parchment out of her scroll case. Some work with her sharp claws, a sticky-licked stamp, a stick picked up from the ground -- and now she has a pinwheel of her own. A gust of fragrant green air rises around her, and the wheel spins. "Right, did you get how to make that? ...There you go! Excellent work, little lovelies! I'll be back with more, but at least while you're waiting, you can make all the pinwheels you want!" Before leaving, she curves around to whisper to Crystal, "You're doin' great. Keep it up!" And then in another gust of grass-green air, she is gone, soaring away and over the hills.

[center][columns][nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=43741878] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/437419/43741878_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol]Cedar smiles down at the tiny balls of fluff. "You're in luck, little ones," he chuckles softly. "We have just come from the Plateau -- the Plume -- bringing chimes and win-peels aplenty. You see, my friend Iriere --" here he steps aside, and a green Spiral materialises in the air beside him, as if formed out of fog, "is a Wind Spirit."[/columns] [columns] [nextcol]Iriere bows breezily to the hatchlings. "Good morning," she chimes cheerfully. "Would you like to help us make some pinwh-- ah, I mean, win-peels? I have the makings here," unshouldering a pale green rush bag. She unrolls the fabric and out spills an improbably quantity of bamboo and brightly-coloured fabric. [nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=41612753] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/416128/41612753_350.png[/img] [/url][/columns] [item=bamboo shoot][item=iridescent cloth][item=rippling cloth][item=bamboo cluster][item=cheerful chime][item=ragged skirmisher scrap][item=greatowl feather][item=woven cloth][item=skein of silky yarn][item=snakeskin cloth] An hour or so later, the hatchlings covered with an improbable amount of glitter, feather dust and sparkly thread, Cedar and Iriere gather up their creations. "Marvellous! Exquisite!" Cedar murmurs, running a claw softly over the largest. Iriere is murmuring an incantation as she packs each one carefully into the rush bag. From within it comes a pale green glow and the murmur of wind through leaves. "Now," she turns theatrically to the gathered hatchlings, "Who wants to help put them up?"[/center]

[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=56530404] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/565305/56530404_350.png[/img] [/url] [font=georgia][b]Day 4[/b] | [i]Flags in the Wind[/i] It seemed like Aloy wasn't ready. Unlike he had previously thought. He had just tripped over a hatchling as he caught wind of a new hotspot for treasure hunting - and that was a good way to get funds for his travelling. However, that hatchling he had just tripped over had put his new plans to a halt - [i]literally[/i] - as he was apologizing left and right. Yet, when the hatchling spoke, he stopped. [i]'They must get under other dreg's feet all the time'[/i] Aloy realized as he listened to them. The Wildclaw almost jumped out of his scales when a Snapper appeared with another Coatl trailing behind her. Aloy looked to the Snapper, meaning to apologize for tripping over their hatchling. Looking at Fluff, Aloy's eyes softened. He always had a soft spot for helping others on these trips - more so than others, Aloy guessed. "Of course. I'll be back before you know it." Aloy promised, giving a quick smile at Crystal. Aloy patted Fluff's head before going off to the Windswept Plateau. He would get those pinwheel fans and windchimes for Fluff. After all, he promised. And Aloy always kept those promises.[/center]

[columns][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=27388290] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/273883/27388290_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol]Chuillyon was [i]tired.[/i] All this stupid festing and how ALL HIS CREWMEMBERS VANISHED was just so annoying. It'd be nice if Dragonhome was really far away from the coast so noone decided to bug him about the fest.[/columns] [columns]"Hey, Cantor?" He'd ask, his eyes leaving the road for a moment to look up at the Fae perched on his head. The small dragon was humming to herself, opening one eye. "Is, like, landsickness a thing?" "Not at all. You're just horrible at-"[nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=53609743] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/536098/53609743_350.png[/img] [/url][/columns] Cantor's speech was disturbed by the captain stumbling over an actual baby. The Bogsneak immediately panicked, stumbling over sorryies and looking around for the caretaker of this stupid tiny feathery thing. He was dumbfounded when she was [i]fine[/i] with it, and both heads turned to see what she was looking at. Cantormense would gently correct her, being the one to explain about the Plateu. Chuillyon gave her a dumbfounded look, not knowing the Fae had ever actually been to her birthlands. Both would turn to the Snapper as she approached. "Is- is this your infant?" He'd ask in almost a mutter, gesturing a paw towards the coatl. The two had very different reactions as the infant asked them to fly all the way out to the Windsinger's domain and get something. "I'm sorry, kiddo, but I don't really fllll- Cantormense?" He groaned as a small speck in the sky flew off with a trail of green smoke. He'd mumble something not 100% safe for Flight Rising under his breath, glaring at the sky for a while. "How far is it?" He asked, before the speck started to slowly return. It seemed to be toting something heavy. Cantormense would slowly make her way to earth, her luggage heavier than she is. "I apologize, little ones," she'd hum, "I flew the wrong direction-" "Of course she did," Chuillyon muttered- "But I was able to find this." [center][item= Windsinger Painted Vase][/center] [center]Inside the pot was: [item= Showy Bells] x2[/center]

[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45911143] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/459112/45911143_350.png[/img] [/url] Yes, wind plume indeed. Mew hums, carefully walking to avoid jostling the pinwheels in her satchel. The little ones had gotten to her. She didn't really need an excuse to go and visit Sagecrest's home, and Mint had pointed her in the right direction. Fluff had been delighted with the pinwheel flowers woven into her hair and etched into her scales. It had been quite an artist to accomplish that level of magical flair, and everyone knew the best artists hailed from Wind. [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=22896856] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/228969/22896856_350.png[/img] [/url] Mint had suggested his favorite pinwheel shop he remembered from a young age, before he had joined Moon's university. He lead Mew there, and they both were dazzled by the newest the older shopkeeper had to offer. Crane's Crafts, he thinks back fondly. Crane's own daughter was learning the craft, and getting quite good at it. "I'll take you there when you're free to make the trip, little Fluff!" With that Mew and Mint left the satchel of pinwheels, along with a note with Crystal should that time come soon.

[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=9217532] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/92176/9217532_350.png[/img] [/url] It's not quite for myself, Mystery wants to justify to the Imp's curt demeanor. But her advice does seem sound. A clan mate's birthday is coming right up. The Starfall tailors were only able to suggest the most basic of silk designs for Manta: [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49409908] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/494100/49409908_350.png[/img] [/url] Mystery did quietly mutter under his breath that this is what he gets for listening to such a fierce tailor, until one of the dragons halfheartedly pinning a crown in place got wind of Meissa's name, and his pearlcatcher whiskers drooped slightly. Meissa? THE Meissa? Oh dearie me! Everyone, we're going to start from scratch. I'll never hear the end of this if it isn't up to her standard. Again!

[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=23605720] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/236058/23605720_350.png[/img] [/url] She was always known for her speed, and so made a quick dash to the greatest forest she ever knew. Mayflower had enchanted a basket [item=blooming woodbasket] for her that expanded on the inside without increasing in size on the outside though was only able to halve the weight of the contents inside. To get the weight really manageable for the contents to come, she had Moon herself weigh in on the trickier spellcraft of mass and volume, until they both got it right with a little tinkering from Mayhem. How many dragons does it take to load a basket of supplies? Mayflower remarked, after sending Viridis off, that they would have spent a fraction of the time accomplishing the same thing by just having Viridis go with a few more dragons. Anyways, Viridis was off, and harvesting away. She ran into the plentiful plants of the region, [item=ivy] [item=jungle raincatch], but couldn't help nabbing a few of the more decorative garnish items that no doubt would help elevate a dish [item=sunrise hibiscus] She hated plants herself, a wildclaw that wasn't into experimentation no matter what delicious concoctions the clan chefs whipped up, and was more excited to bundle the leaves away and move onto the meat. Ducking through the Gladeveins, she ran into few Beast Clan members than expected, but felt the eyes upon her - they clearly didn't want to force a confrontation. She hunted for [item=Muskrat] along the river and scooped up gleaming [item=everglade shortfin] along the marshes, humming to herself and speeding throughout the robust wildlife. Her basket never seem to get heavier, and there was an endless space inside. As the sun started to set on the day, she took a running start, and with a lazy flap of her wings, took off, back to the Abi and Solana. They were still looking a bit frazzled, but luckily there were many helpers at hand, all retuning from the forests. Solana looked at her a little quizzically, as there were many dragons struggling with heavy loads on their wings and backs. Viridis smiled a secret smile, then took a step back, took off her basket, and cleared a patch of space on the ground. Satisfied with the space, she turned her basket upside-down, and behold! A small mountain of ingredients, enough for a feast!

[center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=54022646] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/540227/54022646_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] [center][b]Day 4: Flags in the Wind[/b][/center] [center]·°~`°´~°·[/center] "Is that right, little one?" Selene asks with a gentle smile and ever-shimmering eyes. The tiny coatl had already managed to charm the caretaker. "If the festival coordinators don't mind it, then I'll see about gathering the finest decor from the Windswept Plateau." As Fluff and her friends start cheering, Selene aims a secretive nod at Crystal, who thankfully seems to relax some in understanding. [center]~`°´~[/center] It hadn't taken long to convince the head coordinators that a few Wind-made decorations would work well in the harvest festival - Selene only had to seal the deal by explaining to them why she was so insistent on these additions. This explains why she, along with two volunteers, were now entering Gorge, which appears to be a warehouse store that was built near its namesake. An employee quickly directs them over to the party and decorations aisle, and it doesn't take long for them to home in on the Plateau-crafted decor. Several bulk orders for pinwheels, sky lanterns, crystal windchimes, multicolored balloons and streamers are placed, paid for, and set for next-day delivery, and the little group seem satisfied as they depart. The following afternoon, the festival grounds were already looking a little more animated with the extra adornments around. A few staff members were even handing pinwheels out to passing hatchlings, the adult in an apparent group of them looking very familiar. Selene catches the snapper's eye, who gives her a grateful nod as a pearly coatl begins rapidly waving a purple and orange pinwheel in front of her caretaker's face.

[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=52936459] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/529365/52936459_350.png[/img] [/url] The large imperial tumbled over the hatchling, turning ready to grumble a complaint: Elior turned to find the coatl babbling about pinwheel fans. He sighed. "Look! You hurt the kid now! Go buy them the pinwheel fans!" Omisha complained to his ear. He continued grumbling before crouching to only a few metres above the hatchlings height. He looked down upon the child. "Mmm, okay." He grabbed a few bundles of gems, each quite a few hundred at least. He'd just buy whatever the small coatl wanted and get out of here. He looked down at the hatchling poking and hugging his leg with an expression not unlike one of a bearded dragon looking at a plate of disgusting vegetables (compared to tasty insects). "Pinwheel fans, Hot air balloons,,, whatever," He muttered admist the chaos. He scanned around for a vendor selling of the sort, a higher quality by the one he was currently nearby. He was able to see his "friends" too. Omisha had now wandered off with her girl friend to a fancy restaurant for a mini date of the sorts, FyreWyrm and Kelvin shooting party poppers and water guns at innocent bystanders and "Jolly" buying more souvenirs. "...to the Wind Plume! and get us Win-peel fans! And winning chimes! For the festival!" "Hm?" He looked down at the small child, missing most of her chatter. His face scrunched up again and he looked up at the snapper he assumed to be the guardian of the small creature pestering him and asked about what Fluff wanted. The snapper babbled about being sorry and how she'd take her away and the sorts. Not what he wanted. He dropped a few bundles of gems, worth quite a bit but not much to him. "Look, here's the money. Buy as many pinwheel fans and chimes and whatever as you want. You can probably book a private flight by chariot to wind with that. I'd say spend it wisely but you're a hatchling. Spend it how you want. Just get off my leg." He blinked, feeling a strange tingling of warmth as the hatchling let go of his leg and gasped in surprise at the money it had been offered. He shook it off and continued on his way.

Day 4 [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=29082643] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/290827/29082643_350.png[/img] [/url] What happened to be a pure accident was also a pure encounter. As the hatchling starts speaking to Coalfire, she can’t help but adore her cute speech, and kindly reminded her that “win-peel fans” were actually pinwheel fans. It was not long after when a fellow Snapper ambled up to her, with a few more hatchlings trailing ticking close to her. When Fluff made her request, staring up at her with those wide purple eyes, she couldn’t resist. Breaking a smile, Coalfire leaned down to the Coatl hatchling. “I’ll do it.”. Turning Crystal, she adds, “I’d be certainly glad to carry out Fluff’s favor. After all, it’s all for the festival.” —- Consulting with a Wind dragon wasn’t easy. She’d only had one friend who was in Wind that was on her mind, and she had set off to discuss what she should bring back. Perhaps she didn’t happen to be an expert on decorations, but the thought of the hatchlings waiting for her warmed her heart. Coalfire returned with a basketful of arranged items, spreading them out cheerfully in front of the hatchlings for them to examine. “I’m sure at least some of these will help with decorating!” [item=Tiny Feathers][item=Unicorn Dust][item=Skein of Silky Yarn][item=Showy Bells] She paused thoughtfully, before rummaging around in her basket and handing a stuffed toy to the hatchlings. “Here you go. I figured you all may enjoy it. I have only one request: share, please!” [item=Stuffed Mith]