Raffles & Giveaways

[center][color=Blue][b]Day 4: Flags in the Wind[/b][color=lightseagreen] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50307145][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/503072/50307145.png[/img][/url] Votary smiled in delight at the hatchlings. She loved festivals. The bright color, the music, the laughter. The fellowship. But the hatchlings and the joy they bring were her favorite thing. She smiled at the little Coatl. "I will gladly run home and fetch you pinwheels. Our hatchlings love them too." [color=teal] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49544754][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/495448/49544754.png[/img][/url] Torquil looked up as Votary rushed by her claws full of pinwheels. He stifled a smile. "Usually one would suffice?" Stopping, she laughed back at him. "This is Rockbreaker's Ceremony. Not Mistral Jamboree. These are rare down there. I know Noodle Dad would want us to share." "For one who shares his coloring, you show less respect then most do." Torquil smiled back at her. "Maybe it's because I share his coloring? Anyway there are hatchings down there that need a pinwheel. And they are adorable." Torquil nodded. "Shall I have our complete supply carried down? We have time to make more." "Really? You are the best leader ever. Can we also take down some of the Wind chimes?" "I don't see why not. Cairnstone and Gaia are heading down to their gods festival. I'm sure they'd be glad to carry the rest." [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=20924721][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/209248/20924721.png[/img][/url] [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50065756][img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/avatars/500658/50065756.png[/img][/url] [color=lightseagreen] "Fluff?" Votary called "I'm back. And I have enough pinwheels for everyone!" [img]https://static.wixstatic.com/media/0cb32a_7cecb73d1c6f42428c796a052807a391~mv2.gif[/img]

[center]Day 4: Flags in the Wind [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=49364877] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/493649/49364877_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] Aureline was not the dragon you would expect to be spending a festival day collecting pinwheels for a hatchling. But the little coatl's adorable mispronunciations and big lavender eyes had won her over. Now the young fae was on her way to the Windswept Plateau--but she needed some help. "Szelanya!" she called as she reached the canyon where dragons from her clan were camping. The spiral was the most stereotypical wind dragon Aureline knew, so she figured she'd know something to help. Aureline quickly explained the situation. [center][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=50287552] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/502876/50287552_350.png[/img] [/url][/center] "My dear, what a kind thing to do!" Szelanya said. Aureline rolled her eyes. "You don't have to sound so surprised." The spiral giggled. "Well, I'm happy to help. I have a few pinwheels back in my tent, but if you need more I can give you the name of a crafter who will give you just what you need. He lives in the Cloudsong, so it will be kind of a long journey. I'm happy to come along to help carry things!" Aureline fluttered her fins in indignation, resenting the reference to her small size. She realized the truth in Szelanya's words, though. "Sure, you can come along," she said. Szelanya circled in excitement. "Just a moment, and I'll be ready to go!" she said. The two dragons spent the next two days journeying across Sornieth. Aureline spent most of her time being annoyed with herself for getting herself into this when she would prefer to be playing games at the festivals. But her chattering spiral companion kept her moving forward, and Aureline started to feel less annoyed with Szelanya. Once they reached the Windswept Plateau, they had no trouble locating craftspeople to sell them their decorations. When Aureline explained why they were there, many of the generous dragons even gave them pinwheels and windchimes for free! On their way back, the pair of dragons were weighed down a bit more, but their spirits were high (and helped by the swirling colors and jingling melodies which accompanied them through the sky). When they finally saw the festivities of Rockbreaker's Ceremony again, Aureline sped forward in excitement. A huge smile lit up her face as she saw the pink hat of a snapper, and the hatchlings following her. The fae landed triumphantly among the hatchlings, most of whom were far bigger than she was. "Fluff! I have your win-peel fans!" she called out. Szelanya landed a few meters away, a fond smile on her face as she saw Aureline's excitement.

[columns]Spectrum stares down at the little hatchling, amused by her persistence. She certainly knew how to get what she wanted. "Of course I'll go get you some pinwheels. Won't take me long." He springs up into the air and, with large flaps of his wings, starts the short journey to the plateau. It isn't long before he returns with satchels full of pinwheels and windchimes. Handing them over to the Snapper, he smiles. That's one good deed done for the day, now on to the next.[nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=55764069] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/557641/55764069_350.png[/img] [/url][/columns]

[center][b]Day 4: Flags in the Wind[/b] [url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=111761] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/1118/111761_350.png[/img] [/url] Taking in the scene of the hatchlings and the kind snapper, Bloodgrass gave a quiet huff of a laugh. If it was pinwheels and wind chimes they wanted, there was no better place than home. She bent down until her head was level with Fluff's. "I will bring them, but you must stay here and listen to Crystal okay? If you do not, then you have not earned them." With a great burst from her wings she instantly flew into the air and headed home. As she flew she wrote a note that stated where she was going and with a promise that she'd be back in time. She gave the note to her current familiar and instructed them to go and send the message to Jarvis. ~~~~~~~ After a long flight she finally touched ground on the remnants of the old, burnt out lair the clan used to live in. Carved into the side of the cliffs in the Reedcliff Accent, it was annoying to get to and so it remained mostly untouched. The only notable things that were different from the last time she had seen this place was the lack of smoke and the fact that only a few stray bones remained of the dead beastclan pack that had attacked them. Time and scavengers had taken care of them. She walked through the halls and felt a wave of nostalgia. This had been the clan's home from the beginning, back when you could count all the members with only your front talons. This had been home for so long. Now, there were grown dragons in the clan that had never been here. It was almost sad. As she picked out what wasn't too damaged memories floated through her mind, some with such bright clarity it almost felt like she was reliving them and others as vague wisps that were nothing more than a single rain damaged painting with a feeling attached. This was were they sharpened their claws, over there was where her dad napped, that was the table Bite had chewed on as a hatchling. Finally making it to her room she paused as she heard herself, smaller and angrier and so scared, speak in her mind, the memory clear as day. [i]"This is MY room! And these are MY things! You can't give them away! I'm staying here!"[/i] She remembered that time. That was when the clan was too small and new to take care of everyone and her parents as clan leaders decided to trade their hatchlings to other clans who were more equipped to care for them in exchange for money and food. She had been so worried of leaving like the others. After all, they were actually related to Jarvis and Sincerity while she had just been a stray egg they had found. It was after that explosive tantrum that she was assured she would never leave. Sincerity had saved up and splurged on a gold necklace that she still wore and Jarvis had made her all kinds of trinkets and toys out of the bamboo that surrounded the area. He didn't make trinkets and toys anymore. She hoped they survived the fire. Unfortunately, most of what she found was too damaged to even know what they originally were. This was disappointing, she couldn't come back empty handed. It was then a breeze blew through the old lair, bringing up dust and soot. A soft [i]dok[/i] sound caught her attention. She walked quietly past the wall with horizontal scratch marks on it that showed how tall she had grown over the years towards a crooked shelf. On it were two burnt sticks of bamboo attached to strings softly swaying in the momentary breeze. She picked it up as gently as she could, but half of it still fell apart and clattered onto the ground. It was a handmade bamboo wind chime. Rough and crooked, you could tell it was poorly made even under the damage. Back then this had been her favorite to fall asleep to when she had bad dreams as her parents took turns using wind magic to make the wind chime softly clang. [i]"Biji look! I made this for you! We use wind magic to make it make noise so even if you can't see us you'll know we're here for you, okay? Rest now, we're right here."[/i] She looked closer at the old wind chime. It was too broken to give to anyone now, but she could see how it was made. She was one of the clan's warriors, not a crafter. ...But she could try. ~~~~~~~ When she returned to the spot where the hatchling Fluff had first bumped into her she carried with her a box of bamboo wind chimes and some pinwheels. It was obvious the chimes weren't of the finest quality, but it was clear they were handmade. The pinwheels were better, but many had soot powder and slight discoloring. "These pinwheels are from my home when I was little. My home isn't there anymore, not really, but these were strong enough to survive. I think you will be strong just like them." She gave the chimes next. "I made these for you." She flapped her wings, causing the chimes to ring due to the moving air, "Air moves when dragons move. Even if your eyes are closed and you can't see them these chimes will tell you someone is here for you. Even if they are far away, the air their wings moved will always meet up with you eventually." They may not be the best toys, but she hoped they were enough. [/center]

Day 4 ----- [columns]“You know,” Willow says, looking down at the hatchling with cheer, “I’m from the Wind Plume myself! I can bring you lots of win-peel fans, alright? Now, Fluff, what are your favorite colors? And what about your friends, hm?” She listens to the little Coatl’s ramblings, kindly letting the hatchling cling to her feathers. Once they tire, she returns them to Crystal with a wink, and shakes up her feathers happily. “I’ll be back soon. I won’t let you or Fluff down!” The pink coatl landed at the place where her and her friend were nesting. The large Gaoler raised their head as she arrived, sniffing and huffing softly when they realized the dragon that had arrived was not a threat. “Willow,” they rumbled, toying with the small machine in their claws, “How did everything go?”[nextcol][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=54906384] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/549064/54906384_350.png[/img] [/url][/columns] [columns][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=56130240] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/561303/56130240_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol]“Oh, just wonderful!” Willow cooed, gushing about the Coatl hatchling she met, who had practically begged her to go and find some pinwheels for them. She set some paper in front of Logarithmic, sitting beside them and letting her wing rest on their shoulder. “Come on, fold these pinwheels with me, will you?” Log obliged hesitantly, but they weren’t one to reject the request of Willow. After all, maybe they’d feel comfortable enough to go out and see the nice Snapper and all the little hatchlings. They were awfully shy, but usually it helped to have Willow around.[/columns] A day later, Willow returned to the place where she met Fluff, crest raised happily as she let Log stay with their tail on her back for comfort. In her mouth was the handle of a basket full of pinwheels, which were colored all over the rainbow, but most notably light blue, pink, and white, a little bit like the Coatl who had requested them. She dipped her head respectfully to Crystal as she set the basket in front of the little hatchling, flicking her forked tongue out and calling, “One win-peel basket, out for delivery!~” Willow smiled and proceeded to chat with Crystal as the hatchlings played with the pinwheels, and got themselves tangled in Logarithmic’s fur.

[center][b]Day Four: Crafting with Care - Curated by Ementis[/b][/center] [columns][url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=34315666] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/343157/34315666_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][size=4]Many years ago, the Clan of Windswept Ashes had lived in the territory of the Windsinger. It was a good fit for a clan that kept a loose hierarchy, had a spirit of exploration, and enjoyed traveling the realm in search of treasures and knowledge. Ementis had never known this clan. For when he was invited to join Arvid's ranks, it was in an effort to keep the spirit of wind alive in the hearts of the dragons who had since moved onto Dragonhome. Spreading the philosophies and traditions of the Wind Flight was his passion, his reason for living. So when he stumbled upon a gaggle of young hatchlings eager to celebrate the windy way, who was he to refuse?[/size][/columns] ----------------------------- "You go by Crystal, then?" Crystal gave an affirmative nod. "If I may, Madam Crystal, it is my purpose upon Sornieth itself to teach younglings about matters of windy importance. Though you may have picked up on that." The pearlcatcher chuckled and brought a back claw to adjust the gustgather that rested at his side. "Please. Allow me a few moments to acquire some parchment from a vendor, and I believe that I can provide a valuable lesson to little Fluff, here." The aforementioned hatchling jumped in place, utterly shocked. "You can fly all the way to Wind Plume using just [i]paper?"[/i] Ementis let out a soft chuckle. "No, Fluff, but [i]you[/i] will be able to do a bit of magic using paper once we're done here." --------------------- A few of the other hatchlings watched with an unusual degree of rapt attention as Fluff dragged her claw along her latest attempt at Ementis's craft. "Like this? Good, good?" "Almost, Fluff. Make this cut just a little longer." Ementis gestured toward one of the slices in Fluff's square of paper. The sheet had four cuts already, each reaching from one corner of the parchment to [i]almost[/i] the middle, leaving just enough space to avoid cutting the craft in half. When one of Fluff's claws poked through the sheet to make the fourth cut as long as the others, Ementis triumphantly patted the hatchling's shoulder. "Wonderful job, Fluff! Almost there!" He picked up his own example again, demonstrating the next step. "Now, for each one of these triangles that you've cut, you're going to bring one corner to the center of the paper and hold it there with your other foot. A bit complicated, but I know you can do it." While Fluff's shaky claws took a bit more time to complete the task than Ementis's practiced ones, she was indeed able to bring one of each of the four triangles' corners to the center of the paper. "What do now?" Ementis produced the final pieces of the craft from his bag: a pin, and a stick. "Take this pin, and put it in the middle of the parchment, on top of the four triangles." He held out the pin, the head of which Fluff grabbed between her teeth and then jabbed into the paper. "Maybe not the way I would have done it, but effective nonetheless." He then held out the stick. "And the last step! Put the pin into the stick, parchment and all!" Fluff's small feet took a few attempts to push the pin deep enough to stay put, but in the end, it [i]stuck.[/i] Ementis held the creation up for Fluff to see, and created a gentle gust of wind with his wings. Fluff's eyes widened. [i]"Win-peel!"[/i] Ementis smiled, delighted that Fluff found the trinket so enjoyable. "A win-peel all of your own."

[url=https://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=56718606] [img]https://flightrising.com/rendern/350/567187/56718606_350.png[/img] [/url] [b]"Hey Fluff!!"[/b] A nocturne dives down with a whoop, spinning wing over wing as he makes his approach. "Look what I got!" An entire hot air balloon trails behind him, festooned with chimes and ribbons. There's a an entire family of panicked Spirals clinging to the ropes. "It's a balloooooon!" he crows triumphantly.

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