TEST DRIVE MEME

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The grand feast is held in the Eaglais clearing. The food is good, the music is sweet, and the evening is lit by gentle fairy lights. All Shardbearers of all courts are summoned here under a universal truce for the evening. Nature itself has shaped itself into tables, chairs, and long couches so that the new guests can rest. When they’re ready to call it a night, Shardbearers are brought to their court strongholds in a one-way trip by fairies and imps. 02. NETWORK Take advantage of your Locket! The network can be accessed by any Shardbearer with a locket or shardless characters with enchanted devices, and is a quick way to meet new people and discuss the state of the world. 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld! There are lots of places to go, and plenty of trouble to get into in them!

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[nightflowering]

"And that bodes well, I think. Any group of beings that can organize a dinner without resorting to bloodshed or rent garments aren't too poorly off." When Lan laughs, there's a ripple of light and colour over her chest and throat. It's not that her scales reflect the ambient light around them, but they shift and flicker from within.

"That said, I may be biased. I used to work in a gallery."

[depicted]

Brightness touches his expression, his lips tugged up at the very phrase. "A gallery! Art, or, uh—?" He leaves it hanging to let her fill him in, half-distracted by the prettiness of the colour moving over her. It is strange and beautiful.

And he has always had a fondness for something new.

[nightflowering]

"Mostly paintings and prints, but we had a few mixed media and the occasional bit of statuary that the owner said was 'rare' but was really made by his niece." She looks out over the crowd and leans in, just a bit, and stage whispers, "We kept threatening to put them in the restrooms or sell them off to hotel lobbies."

Shocking.

[depicted]

Now Dorian laughs despite himself. Without thought of what he is doing, he offers out his hand in greeting. "Sounds like you know what you're doing. Dorian Gray, by the way. Coincidentally, a gallery owner."

One who may have someone new to offer a job.

[nightflowering]

With her head cocked to one side, Lan looks more birdlike than anything else but after a flicker of confusion she holds out her hand to shake. Humans do this, don't they? How delightfully novel.

"A pleasure to meet you, Dorian. I go by Lan, it's a bit easier for people to grapple with than the full, messy name, but all that is irrelevant, tell me about the sort of art you care to show."