[Gift] Festival Event: Bonfire / Tundra

Event: Bonfire - Vesta (milkrat)
WC: 255
Terrain: Fire

Vesta was comfortable, massively so.... the flames surging around her as she dozed.... true the bedding could of been softer but that was a minor gripe for the sheer bliss she was in..... A move of her own fiery wings, re-established the blaze as the bonfire continued to eat the fuel she was nesting on... At least now the screams of worry and fright had faded, that had been annoying, though.. she could forgive the people of this town for that... afterall she had walked straight into the massive bonfire and decided it was a decent bed.... more so because of all the wet and snow that had been recently. Still, did they think she was stupid..... no, she just wanted to be warm... and look she was now helping to keep the bonfire going, its fires hot and burning what they didn't want, or ... was it part of some ritual... Vesta mused... oh well... Not Her Problem. She snuggled deeper into the bonfire, her black tail twitching as she dozed.

To outsiders Vesta was a hazy, spooky shape at best amidst the massive flames of the bonfire; Vesta meanwhile ignored them all... except when a piece of wood came a bit too close, then she hissed at the culprit, the fires flicking that way, satisfied they wouldn't try that again, she stretched out, her feathered black crest flaring a moment before faltering as the fires soothed her once more her talons flared in a lazy stretch.... this was farrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr better than search and rescue.......

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Event: Tundra - Rico (Milkrat)
WC: 286
Terrain: Light

Rico was angry, he was always angry... even if you'd not met him you knew he was angry, by how he moved, how he looked and well... everything... Angrily he huffed, the air white as he thundered across the open tundra, hooves tearing up the hardy shrubs that could survive the frigid terrain... Also, Rico wanted to know, Who had raised the query with his rider that galloping across the open tundra would be beneficial, would strengthen him.. he was already strong enough, and it certainly had nothing to do with his height.

Still there was something slightly calming about been in this open space by himself, his body charging across the area, wings flaring as he turned, and his finned dorsal spines flat against his back.... slightly... and even now that slightly was been erased by the larger hooved reindeer that also called this range home. Grass churning as he halted, flanks heaving he glared.... how dare they, this was his tundra, his to run across... how dare those stupid antlered creatures that weren't dragons yet dared to be taller than him, how could they just walk up and around him with no concern, he was a dragon....

His anger only grew as the massive herd moved around him, the yearlings bigger than he was, oh how he wanted to push them to one side... but... he'd be crushed under this herd, so he simmered, his anger brewing... until faint flames flickered, and the herd finally dispersed......

He'd had enough, he galloped back the way he came, hooves lashing in his anger... shame there hadn't been a tree or two in the tundra for him to truly vent his anger at well... everything... stupid Tundra....