Events and Story

After Quake and Flash’s escapade where Quake mistook an Earth dragon for a fish, and Flash managed to finally get some of that pumpkin stew after what felt like hours in line, they were both exhausted and agreed to rest a while at the farm before they went back to their Flight. It wasn’t too far away from their Flight, after all, and it was still not even midday yet. Walking...

Quake was surprised at the sheer amount of people and dragons she could see in the distance. Her rider, Flash, was flying next to her, and they were here on the farm to trade for some food to stockpile for the festive season. Even though she had expected a fair few people- of course, this was harvest season after all, surely a farm would be at its most popular at this time- what she did not...

Spreading his wings, Kaysro gently landed in the orchard with a soft crunch of fallen leaves. The afternoon sun flashed in his eye for a second, forcing him to squint uncomfortably, but a change of posture soon fixed his issue. The sky was not only cloudless but quite windy, too, bringing with it a shower of orange leaves framing the silhouettes of migrating birds overhead. Fluffing his neck feathers up, Kaysro thought it was quite a nice day for an outing....

ReturuBahamut perched on a rocky outcrop, the moon shining down on him as he kept his gaze out, looking for any sign of the dragon he’d spotted recently, her coils and halo gleaming as she moved. His own wings were resting, angled down, his flames flickering in his nervousness. He didn’t want to scare her, and this was the first time he’d courted any other dragon. A flicker of red in the distance and he perked up, narrowing his eyes and spotting her halo. F...

The Sparknest was alive, dark, craggy stone and small, trickling springs reflecting the radiant display lighting up the night sky. With some cracks and pops and the occasional shrill whistle, bright colors leaped into the air and bloomed like flowers, flashes that seared the eye and were gone as soon as they appeared, leaving thin, brimstone-smelling smoke in a haze that made the distant stars blurry, hard to see. Below, dragons gathered to witness the rainbow geysers. The first...

How anyone got this selection of dragons to remain still was a mystery, but what mattered was that they had; and in theme with the Reverie Jamboree it created a elemental rainbow of which the dragons sat proudly. Dracul was first of the dragons in the line, the light hybrid a stunning pale pink as he sat resting on his long batlike wings. His tail stationary due to the webbing between them and his hind legs, the furred scales making others want to touch him... ...

The Mouse King arrived with an entire Court of Mice. The tinny sound of tiny trumpets caught Mantis’s attention, and she walked carefully towards the royal procession, eyeing the trumpeters and drummers, the soldiers marching in step in their neatly-pressed uniforms, and the royal carriage in which a velvet-lined wallet lay inside out for the Mouse King and Mouse Prince Consort to sit upon and chat as they were pulled along by two harnessed orchid mantises. Mantis gave an excitable b...

One day, a strange effigy appeared too close to his territory. It glowed brightly in the calm of night with strings of lights that thrummed even from a distance. Made of dead grass and red decoration, it looked like a suitable sacrifice to some terrible god. Shasi and Yetzu waited as patiently as they could together for the night when flames would consume the crude recreation of a goat, when they could, from a distance, enjoy something great and terrible, and the horrible people gathering wou...

A dark shape slithered under the ice, a shadow approaching a ship. Had anyone seen her, they might have been alarmed, but as it was, they had too many other things to worry about. First, they had sailed too far north, into waters that were far too cold already, at the wrong time of year. Second, the ice had begun to form its winter shape, thick and heavy almost overnight. Some of the men came out with picks and hammers, but the progress they made was miniscule, and they were for...

In the dream, there was a dome of glass. Hooves moved as if running on the ground as the dragon glided smoothly through the air. The gleam of its nose always told it when it was too close; the glass distorted the glow and its own faint reflection, twisted, elongated in nearly the same way no matter where it approached. Its ears pinned back, and it tipped its head forward, tapped its velvet-covered antlers against the glass. The noise was soft, high, short — surely fragile, but...