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The young Mirrors scattered around, regrouping briefly at noon in search for food stalls, then once again only after the sun has set. They find an empty table, share a gourmet plate - one such portion is painfully little for a Mirror, let alone two of them; but the prices! - and recount the adventures of the day. They had decided to split up in the end after all, contrary to the initial resolve. But hey, there was a solid upside to the choice - they´ll both get to remember and relive the highlights of their day when sharing their experinces with their cousin!
Thursday
The young Mirrors scattered around, regrouping briefly at noon in search for food stalls, then once again only after the sun has set. They find an empty table, share a gourmet plate - one such portion is painfully little for a Mirror, let alone two of them; but the prices! - and recount the adventures of the day. They had decided to split up in the end after all, contrary to the initial resolve. But hey, there was a solid upside to the choice - they´ll both get to remember and relive the highlights of their day when sharing their experinces with their cousin!
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"Oh I hope the stall's still open!" Ily thought to himself as he flew towards the Cloudsong Celebration stand, twisting through the air to grab the currents. He had been so busy celebrating the Mistral Jamboree with his clan that he had completely forgotten to celebrate with the flight as a whole! When he finally remembered, he had donned his new cloak and mask and had taken off, chasing the sound of music through the air towards the main fairgrounds in Wind Flight's territory. He might be new to the role of his clan's Wind Flight representative, but he was determined to do his job well. It was MistJam after all and he wasn't about to let his clan down.
"Oh I hope the stall's still open!" Ily thought to himself as he flew towards the Cloudsong Celebration stand, twisting through the air to grab the currents. He had been so busy celebrating the Mistral Jamboree with his clan that he had completely forgotten to celebrate with the flight as a whole! When he finally remembered, he had donned his new cloak and mask and had taken off, chasing the sound of music through the air towards the main fairgrounds in Wind Flight's territory. He might be new to the role of his clan's Wind Flight representative, but he was determined to do his job well. It was MistJam after all and he wasn't about to let his clan down.
[center]THURSDAY [size=2]i put wednesday lol[/size][/center]
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The sudden cascade of bits and bobs initially surprises the Shadow spirit, getting clocked on the head with a Chimera Relic, and angrily glancing around for the offender. However, his disapproval turns to glee as his thieving habits kick in, and he starts to attempt to pick up whatever he deems the most valuable that happens to be laying on the grass, cackling as he slips into others' shadows to not be seen plucking Stag Figurines right off of Imperial's backs, or Antique Oil Lamps from under the noses of Snappers. He never misses an Opportunity to gain, after all!
He silently thanks whatever godly creature happened to bless Opportunity with these treasures. He'll be wonderfully rich tonight!
THURSDAY i put wednesday lol
The sudden cascade of bits and bobs initially surprises the Shadow spirit, getting clocked on the head with a Chimera Relic, and angrily glancing around for the offender. However, his disapproval turns to glee as his thieving habits kick in, and he starts to attempt to pick up whatever he deems the most valuable that happens to be laying on the grass, cackling as he slips into others' shadows to not be seen plucking Stag Figurines right off of Imperial's backs, or Antique Oil Lamps from under the noses of Snappers. He never misses an Opportunity to gain, after all!
He silently thanks whatever godly creature happened to bless Opportunity with these treasures. He'll be wonderfully rich tonight!
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Bellatrix wove through the crowd, craning her neck to see over the other dragons. [I]Where[/I] had Veril gotten off to? This might be his first Mistral, but that was no excuse to disappear on her. She shouldn't have been stuck chaperoning him in the first place...there was a fascinating bird fossil in her lab right now. Who knew what it could tell her? She would've, if not for her babysitting duties. Grumbling to herself, Bellatrix spread her wings and drifted over the air currents, searching.
A flash of green caught her eye and she turned quickly, but it was just another performance. This one did look rather impressive though-the spirals movements were fluid and captivating. She paused her search for a moment to watch. "And now! We need a volunteer!" His voice rippled over the crowd, and dragons clamored towards the front of the stage. "How about...you!" All eyes turned to the selected dragon. To [i]her[/i]. Reluctantly, Bellatrix steps forward, cursing her luck. She didn't want to ruin the fun by turning him down, but she really needed to be going. The spiral spread his arms majestically, and a gust of wind, swirling with bamboo leaves, wrapped around her. The watching dragons gasp in awe as a beast made of wind lifts the skydancer in its jaws and weaves through the sky, tossing and turning with the power of a tempest and the grace of a spring breeze. They clap and cheer, and the spiral chuckles. He knows a dragon like Bellatrix when he sees one-their soul buried under work and worldly problems, missing the thrill of flight.
Up above, Bellatrix found herself laughing in delight, twisting and turning to match the beast's dance from its maw. When was the last time she'd had such fun? The bird fossil didn't seem nearly as important anymore.
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Bellatrix wove through the crowd, craning her neck to see over the other dragons.
Where had Veril gotten off to? This might be his first Mistral, but that was no excuse to disappear on her. She shouldn't have been stuck chaperoning him in the first place...there was a fascinating bird fossil in her lab right now. Who knew what it could tell her? She would've, if not for her babysitting duties. Grumbling to herself, Bellatrix spread her wings and drifted over the air currents, searching.
A flash of green caught her eye and she turned quickly, but it was just another performance. This one did look rather impressive though-the spirals movements were fluid and captivating. She paused her search for a moment to watch. "And now! We need a volunteer!" His voice rippled over the crowd, and dragons clamored towards the front of the stage. "How about...you!" All eyes turned to the selected dragon. To
her. Reluctantly, Bellatrix steps forward, cursing her luck. She didn't want to ruin the fun by turning him down, but she really needed to be going. The spiral spread his arms majestically, and a gust of wind, swirling with bamboo leaves, wrapped around her. The watching dragons gasp in awe as a beast made of wind lifts the skydancer in its jaws and weaves through the sky, tossing and turning with the power of a tempest and the grace of a spring breeze. They clap and cheer, and the spiral chuckles. He knows a dragon like Bellatrix when he sees one-their soul buried under work and worldly problems, missing the thrill of flight.
Up above, Bellatrix found herself laughing in delight, twisting and turning to match the beast's dance from its maw. When was the last time she'd had such fun? The bird fossil didn't seem nearly as important anymore.
(this is Veril, the youngster giving Bellatrix so much trouble)
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[font=candara]"The wind has picked up, hasn't it?" asks Aviro as he clutches his butterfly mask to his face and pulls his vest closed to keep the cooler air from hitting his chest.
Reyes, whose cloak has been blown down to be wrapped around his middle, looks as perturbed as a stoic imperial can look. He nods, wheeling his head in confusion as he tries to find the source of the wind. Just as he thinks he's figured it out, he gets plunked in the head with a bundle of goodies. He growls as he shakes them off, letting them fall into his and Aviro's lap.
"Oh! Well, I guess these are ours?" Aviro exclaims. He inspects the treats before chuckling a bit nervously at Reyes's moodiness. "Don't worry, my beloved. I get the feeling it was accidental." He adjusts Reyes's cloak so it sits back how it was before being disturbed and presses a gentle kiss to the spot where he'd been bumped in the head.
Reyes silently glows in the attention, annoyance all but evaporated.
"The wind has picked up, hasn't it?" asks Aviro as he clutches his butterfly mask to his face and pulls his vest closed to keep the cooler air from hitting his chest.
Reyes, whose cloak has been blown down to be wrapped around his middle, looks as perturbed as a stoic imperial can look. He nods, wheeling his head in confusion as he tries to find the source of the wind. Just as he thinks he's figured it out, he gets plunked in the head with a bundle of goodies. He growls as he shakes them off, letting them fall into his and Aviro's lap.
"Oh! Well, I guess these are ours?" Aviro exclaims. He inspects the treats before chuckling a bit nervously at Reyes's moodiness. "Don't worry, my beloved. I get the feeling it was accidental." He adjusts Reyes's cloak so it sits back how it was before being disturbed and presses a gentle kiss to the spot where he'd been bumped in the head.
Reyes silently glows in the attention, annoyance all but evaporated.
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"Oh yeah oh yeah OH YEAH!" Brylen leaps into midair, twisting and twirling to catch any trinket that looks like it might land on somebody and dropping them where they won't do any harm. She's clearly having a blast. After a while, she swoops over the dragon who started all this, grabbing a trinket that would have hit him in the head and dropping it at his feet.
"May I just say I love your magic? No one at home could do anything nearly this cool, and I haven't had a chance to practice my precision flying in weeks. Best Mistjam ever!"
"Oh yeah oh yeah OH YEAH!" Brylen leaps into midair, twisting and twirling to catch any trinket that looks like it might land on somebody and dropping them where they won't do any harm. She's clearly having a blast. After a while, she swoops over the dragon who started all this, grabbing a trinket that would have hit him in the head and dropping it at his feet.
"May I just say I love your magic? No one at home could do anything nearly this cool, and I haven't had a chance to practice my precision flying in weeks. Best Mistjam ever!"
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Yara had just come from cleaning a giant mess over in Mistral Meals. One of her clanmates had some sort of accident with a bottle - or was it a case? - of wine and somehow she had been roped into cleaning it up.
Now, all she wanted to do was find a nice food stand with a comforting bowl of vegetable soup and then head in for the night.
Somehow though, she found herself on the edge of the crowd, waiting for the parade to go by before she could make her way back to her room.
There were acrobats. There were musicians. Revelers were tossing trinkets into the crowds. Kites and streamers blew in the wind.
Not a bad way to end the night after all.
Yara had just come from cleaning a giant mess over in Mistral Meals. One of her clanmates had some sort of accident with a bottle - or was it a case? - of wine and somehow she had been roped into cleaning it up.
Now, all she wanted to do was find a nice food stand with a comforting bowl of vegetable soup and then head in for the night.
Somehow though, she found herself on the edge of the crowd, waiting for the parade to go by before she could make her way back to her room.
There were acrobats. There were musicians. Revelers were tossing trinkets into the crowds. Kites and streamers blew in the wind.
Not a bad way to end the night after all.
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[font=papyrus]Aura walked through the festivities. She watched the dancers, the entertainers, the antics of partygoers. She admired the exciting energy that always came from those of her flight.
Aura walked through the festivities. She watched the dancers, the entertainers, the antics of partygoers. She admired the exciting energy that always came from those of her flight.
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[center]Thursday's Visit
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Little Po has finally made it to the celebrations. She's dug into her many collections and found not just one mask to wear, but two! She's been flitting around finding any number of things to add to her hoard, and her eyes are big as saucers taking in all the showers of little treasures. Is the weather always like this in the Cloudsong?
Thursday's Visit
Little Po has finally made it to the celebrations. She's dug into her many collections and found not just one mask to wear, but two! She's been flitting around finding any number of things to add to her hoard, and her eyes are big as saucers taking in all the showers of little treasures. Is the weather always like this in the Cloudsong?
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Tucked away in one corner of the room is a surprisingly spacious seating area. Here, dragons who need a little break from the festivities can come and sit down to eat, have a conversation, or simply enjoy the view from the huge bay windows. It seems like all of Sornieth is laid out below. The Zephyr Steppes stretch out in every direction, with the Sea of a Thousand Currents just visible on the horizon. Dragons of all kinds are constantly flying around the Cloudsong: coming, going, or simply playing in the howling gale that fills its sails.
Inside, however, it is peaceful. Only a gentle puff of air, perfumed with floral scents, stirs the observation deck. It announces the presence of a skydancer. She stands on her hind legs, wooden pipeflute in hand. Wind chimes hang from her outstretched wings. Flower petals constantly fall around her. She smiles, causing another breeze that makes the petals swirl everywhere and sets her chimes ringing. She plays a simple tune on the pipes to accompany the bells.
The song is slow and meandering, mixing easily with the ringing of the chimes. Sometimes the melody is easy to identify, sometimes it seems as random as the notes hit by the jingling chimes. But somehow it always harmonizes perfectly, and is pleasant to listen to. The refreshing breeze continues to blow, keeping the air sweet and the wind chimes in motion. The skydancer stands almost perfectly still, only moving to play her pipes. It is quite a change from most of the other music that can be found in the party, which ranges from merry to downright frenetic. Hers is tranquil and meditative, casting a spell of serenity over the entire area.
After some time, the last note trails off, and the skydancer smiles softly. "I hope you enjoyed my performance," she says. "I will play again after a break. In the meantime, feel free to try the refreshments in this area." She gestures to a table loaded with food.
@dokidokibunni @Dwarfcichlidlvr @Canisa @Ajgreelyfan3 @Bxy26 @GrayGriffin @astereia @Wings0fFlight @mgcltwo @CrystallizedMoon @AeroAspect @oneluckyduck @Disillusionist @Hassaleh @SilverImagines @Boundary @Dessy @MistyGold @Wolfguardian1 @Soulthreads @Machidieles @findingpears @Dubdee @Cnidocyte @Magmish @Sashathebrave @InariKitsunee @MinnowFox @SilverImagines @Catgirl742 @perfectoranges @JinxMoonstone @Doozie @P03 @Noel1 @2BDamned
Tucked away in one corner of the room is a surprisingly spacious seating area. Here, dragons who need a little break from the festivities can come and sit down to eat, have a conversation, or simply enjoy the view from the huge bay windows. It seems like all of Sornieth is laid out below. The Zephyr Steppes stretch out in every direction, with the Sea of a Thousand Currents just visible on the horizon. Dragons of all kinds are constantly flying around the Cloudsong: coming, going, or simply playing in the howling gale that fills its sails.
Inside, however, it is peaceful. Only a gentle puff of air, perfumed with floral scents, stirs the observation deck. It announces the presence of a skydancer. She stands on her hind legs, wooden pipeflute in hand. Wind chimes hang from her outstretched wings. Flower petals constantly fall around her. She smiles, causing another breeze that makes the petals swirl everywhere and sets her chimes ringing. She plays a simple tune on the pipes to accompany the bells.
The song is slow and meandering, mixing easily with the ringing of the chimes. Sometimes the melody is easy to identify, sometimes it seems as random as the notes hit by the jingling chimes. But somehow it always harmonizes perfectly, and is pleasant to listen to. The refreshing breeze continues to blow, keeping the air sweet and the wind chimes in motion. The skydancer stands almost perfectly still, only moving to play her pipes. It is quite a change from most of the other music that can be found in the party, which ranges from merry to downright frenetic. Hers is tranquil and meditative, casting a spell of serenity over the entire area.
After some time, the last note trails off, and the skydancer smiles softly. "I hope you enjoyed my performance," she says. "I will play again after a break. In the meantime, feel free to try the refreshments in this area." She gestures to a table loaded with food.
