The Festival (SeaWings ONLY)

The festival is bound to be big, Bassasail thought, looking about underwater and on the large beach of a chain island. It had been two days since he slept but he was well used to it, Bassasail hoped this festival would actually work. There were few finishing touches to be dealt, but they were not major. He yawned, wiping the sleep from his eyes as he shook his head. Bass was lucky to have judges and guards around, he might just fall asleep the festival! None-the-less, he was worried more about the other dragon within the guilds. He had noticed at the meeting there were... well, half of the amount he expected, he thought they just had something better to do or something rather important, he just shrugged it off. However, if this festival did not work at all, he is willing to move onto military actions sooner then he would think. The military needed more dragons anyhow, so he figured he could set up a system of trainings and so on, hoping to raise the strength of the SeaWings before ay wars or conflicts for that matter.

It was all set now, plans, the future of the SeaWings, everything and everyone would play their role in this society, hopefully it stays that way. Bassasail looked up to the rising sun that crawled its way up the horizon, morning, he thought, as he yawned again out of tiredness. He would need to rest up later for tonight, if everything goes as planned within the festival that was.

Vann beached himself then pulled himself along on the warm sands. Today was the day of the festival... he hoped. He'd heard about it a couple days ago but couldn't remember if it was today. The Guardian soon saw the decorations and everything else that screamed celebration. Deciding that dragging himself along like a turtle all day would get too tiring, Vann morphed his flippers into paws so he could--attempt--to walk around. He should spend a few minutes everyday practicing his walking, but.. It was just so boring! Why do that when he can explore the oceans?

With a sigh, Vann started the laborious process of walking. His steps were clumsy and more than once he tripped and fell over. It was frustrating but one day he might have to rely on walking. After about... half an hour, Vann finally made it less than half way to the party. He could see the new leader in the distance, looking over everything. He could see a few others had already arrived. He hoped there was food laid out somewhere close--he would need some by the time he arrived. Another half hour saw him just ten more minutes away from the festival. At least by now he was more stable on his paws. His moving was still slow because his legs burned intensely--they weren't used to supporting his body in this way. Ten minutes later, with a tired sigh, Vann plopped down onto his side, laughing. "I made it! I'm here! Who's ready to party?Hello, sir. Fine festival you've put together." he said to Bassasail as he finally sat up and shook the sand from his scales.

Bassasail was speaking with one of the dragons about concessions, after that dragon left Bassasail gave a sigh in relief. Everything was done, there were underwater booths as well as beach events going on. He was sure everything was done, but now some dragons began to arrive and he was happy about that, there was even some activity in the sea part of the festival itself.

Bassasail would hear shuffling upon the sand heading towards him, he looked around but nothing. He frowned but as it got closer he noticed a dragon using its flippers to crawl, and as the dragon spoke, Bassasail gave the dragon a questionable look, "You know that there is a large stream going through the beach, you could have used that." He chuckled a bit, pointing towards the huge river several feet away.

((Vann has paws at the moment.))
The Guardian smiled at Bassasail. "There is? Oh... so there is. Ha, well I have to get used to my paws. I might really need them one day. So how are you?" Vann asked as he looked down at his paws. There was sand between his toes, a sensation he doesn't pay much attention to when he has flippers. It was weird, yet felt nice at the same time. He wondered if all pawed SeaWings felt this all the time.

"Aye, I see, if your more based to the seas then so be it," Bassasail replied back to the dragon, realizing that the flippers looked like paws now, but he ignored that and answered the dragons question, "I am quite fine myself. Tired, but I will remain for the main events here. What is your name? I feel like we have met before." Indeed, this was not his first time seeing this dragon, maybe once, or twice before? Whatever the case, I couldn't figure out who you are though.

Vann seemed just a little hurt that Bassasail didn't recognize him. But he continued to smile regardless. "I'm Vann. We sparred once... we never finished, though. I guess it wouldn't be appropriate now that you're the leader. So what are the main events today?"

Niara halted before the small coral reef before her, her wings kept her at place while she glanced around the area. Somewhere around here the festival was occurring, she was sure of it, but she struggled to find anything but coral reef.
Nia had heard of the celebration only a few days ago and worried she would miss it for she had been some distance away. She had travelled hours with mere breaks to fill her stomach and now she swam here confused on where she was exactly.

Nia had been full of delight when a Guardian appeared and showed her the way, he was yet another stranger and a tall stranger if she might add, she would bet he was three or four times her height. She chatted with the guardian and once the water's surface grew ever closer she smiled and nodded at the guardian, thanking him. She wasted no time as she increased her speed, her tail waving through the water pushing her ever faster and further until it send her out of the water and high into the sky. The instant light blinded her and she shut her eyes as she began falling, she struggled to detach her wings from her frame while she closed the distance between her and the ocean, but soon her wings emitted quiet 'crack' sounds as they expanded quickly to their full length.

A feeling of joy filled her as she glided through the air, still waving and wobbling struggling to keep herself upright. The sound of the wind was the only audible sound as the wind rushed past her catching and carrying the last drops of water from the blue dragons frame. Quickly she reached the beach and descended surprising elegant this, however, was not the case with the landing as she touched the sand and caught her claw beneath a hard object making her stumble forward. With a glance around she recovered quickly, stretching and breathing slowly and heavily. She shuddered as her scales changed rapidly, like a wave of turquoise and blue the scales turned and changed into fur and feathers along her body and wings.

She glanced at herself and smiled, she had forgotten about her transformation caused by sudden loss of water. She shook herself and flicked her tail, dragons were already present and she dearly hoped that somewhere along the rows of huts she would find something to eat.

Bassasail realized the dragon as one he had met before, and so he did reply, "Aye, now I remember you, it has been some time," Bassasail was about to continue until a vender began to speak with him. For moments, the two spoke about what to sell, to make sure the herbs she was selling did not cause others to 'hallucinate' or 'get drunk,' Bass wanted to make sure that there weren't any problems, however he did say to keep them to the side, in case any of 'those' dragons wanted some.

As the vender left, Bassasail turned to Vann, "Forgive me, I was busy with a sells-dragon. Now then, there are three hours, the two of this morning is a potion brewing contest: you must brew an expert level love potion, none-lethal, but you must have a twist on it and test it on a female or male dragon, the one who successfully has a dragon doing their full will out of love wins but they must make an antidote as well, and right after that is the shell sculptures. Without any glue's, you must find a way to build a sculpture dragon at least twenty to fifty feet tall out of shells of all sizes, the one who gets the prettiest sculpture made wins."

The Guardian waited patiently while Bass spoke to the vendor. When the leader finally returned, he replied, "It has been awhile. Hm, I don't know anything about potion-making, so I guess I won't be participating in that. But I like the seashell sculpture idea!" he said with an excited smile. Then his stomach rumbled and he remembered that he was hungry. He bid farewell to his leader and wandered off--slowly--towards the food. Along the way, he noticed a female that had arrived. He stopped for a moment and waved to her as she stumbled. "Hi there!"

Niara was ruffling her wings until her attention was caught by a waving talon followed by a voice directed towards her. She smiled then glanced one last time at the beautifully delicious food filled huts before folding her wings neatly behind her and began walking towards the drake with unstable strides. The sand was continuously something she had to get used to.
Her smile lingered as she reached him "Hey, I'm sorry you have to bare with me with all this sand" She chuckled clawing the sand " I haven't been over-water since a while" She flicked her furry tail removing the sand on it as she sat down close to him.

Vrede was a bit further out from the shore still in deeper waters when she noticed the presence of other seawings in the vicinity. She wonders about them but does not intent to bother the others as she hunts for large sea barnacles to add to her own reef farther out to sea.

Oh of course I'm late! I was put in charge of one thing, and one thing only, being early, but noooo, I couldn't even have that. Marlowe thought bitterly to himself, speeding through the water. He had scared a few fish and sharks away (and snatched up a few for food and due to old habits) as he swam through the waters. When he smelt the dragons underwater, he made his way toward them, shortly breaking the surface of the water and launching himself out of it. He landed heavily on his four paws, shaking some of the water off his body. He saw that there was a few SeaWings around, but not many. He figured he may have been early for once and shrugged to himself, before dragging the fish to his rather exhausted looking leader.

When he got there, he bowed his head in respect, "Greetings Bassasail." he said, before glancing at Vann, who had a rather striking resemblance to Marlowe even though they were not related. He pulled the food to his worn out leader, and to Vann, "I have seen you around Guardian, but I haven't had the honour of knowing your name. I'm Marlowe, I'm a Guardian myself." he said, wondering if the guardian before him could also be a potential candidate for his training... But now wasn't the time for that, he was here for the festival.

Bassasail smiled, more and more dragons seemed to be appearing, not many though, but more then he expected. It was quite early though and the venders were still setting up but were almost finished. His attention was pulled from the falling moon to a dragon similar to Vann, and Bassasail nodded his head in response, "Hello there, I do not think we have met before."

Marlowe recognised his leader, bowing deeply to him. "I'm Marlowe, great leader." He said, before having a look around the area, taking in the surroundings. "There seems to be more than a few dragons coming to this-how long did it take for you to prepare for it?" He asked curiously, nudging the food towards Bassasail before he took a step backwards. "You look exhausted, you should have something to eat."

Vann laughed, "It's okay. I have a little trouble walking, too, at the moment. I don't come out of the ocean usually because using my paws is such a hassle... So I mostly use my flippers. So how are you liking the festival so far? And what's your name? Mine is Vann." The Guardian continued to smile and sat. He kept glancing at the food tables and his stomach growled loudly. With an embarrassed chuckle, he went back to looking at the female.

Niara joined along with his laugh and nodded while he spoke "I like being above the ocean. I am as often as i can." She glanced at his paws then back at the guardian "I really am enjoying the festivals, its quite a unique view i must say. Never have i seen so many Seawings above the water." She chuckled as she saw his hungry gaze on the food, she herself was rather hungry and the grilled salmon she had seen earlier did not escape her mind. "How about we eat something? For you look as hungry as i feel" She grinned and stood but before she began walking she lowered her head in a short bow "My name is Niara" She rose with a smile.

Zerelth was swimming lookng around the seas because they were so beutiful and suddenly he hitted a Beach where he could see a humangus dragon. Zerelth was shocked of his size and thought "Who is that?".

Vrede may have been interested in the goings on of the festival on the beach, but she didn't like getting too dried out under the sun. Normally the she dragon stayed under water and never surfaced or otherwise attempted to go onto land. However she was a bit hungry and the food smelled good. Plus the dragons that seemed to be congregated on the shore were all seawings. So she didn't have to worry about being attacked for the most part.

With a bag full of rocks and coral that had large barnacles upon them, Vrede swims smoothly up to the beach only allowing her head to surface and peer above the water. She was still debating if she even wanted to bother with her tribe mates today or not. Though the hunger in her belly was definitely something that she couldn't ignore for long even if there were other dragons around.

Draken was asleep in his room in the castle and he soon woke up, realizing that he was late to the festival. He immediately got ready and started heading to the beach, he was feeling nervous for sleeping instead of getting ready. He was hoping that he wasn't too late and that the festival was still going on. He's never really been to a festival, so this was exciting for him, but at the same time, he was nervous

He soon arrived at the beach and walked onto the shore, he was surprised to see all the Seawings that were there. He smiled a bit and said "Hey everyone, sorry I'm late.. I was asleep... I hope it's not too late." he looked nervous and tried his best to stay calm.

Vrede flares her gills and nostrils a bit as a newcomer, the lieutenant by closer inspection, came in and greeted everyone. She stayed quiet, giving the male a nod of her head in greeting but nothing else. With all of the higher ups here she wondered who was at the palace. Sighing the eel-like woman left her bag of rocks and corals in the water to keep them from dying on the beach. Then she tried to swim and reach some of the food from the shore instead of having to hoist her flubbery body onto the hot sand.

She managed to reach the table with bread and assorted sushi on it without having to get out of the water fully. There the female feasted, slowing down her eating only when eyes were turned towards her so that she looked more polite and not so starved. She truly wasn't starved, she just loved the food, and eating too fast was a problem of hers.