Welcome to the Winter Wonderworld!

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⫸ WORLD: A crystalline pocket dimension
⫸ AGENCY: Shared
⫸ LOCATION: See above
⫸ EVENT: The Winter Gather Exchange!
⫸ NOTES: This is a general info post and a place to RP with one another and with the host, the enigmatic Noya Fosse


Part I: Arrival
You find yourself drifting off to sleep, or perhaps merely daydreaming, with the faintest sensation of a cold breeze tickling the back of your neck. Then, as darkness subsumes you, you feel the brush of hundreds of heavy flakes of the most beautiful, crystalline snow. This snow glints in all the colours of a frozen rainbow, prisms of sourceless light that blind you until you push your way forward into... into what, exactly?

The place you arrive is nothing like home: a frozen den of sharp pillars of ice support a mirror-smooth roof. Like the court of a powerful ruler, this place is fit to impress. Treasures of every kind and shape are frozen below the floor and along the walls: look but don't touch, please! The main hall is artfully littered with places to sit for creatures both large and small, and to one side is a never-ending buffet of cold and hot food (and drinks, and of course you know there are marshmallows) attended by little icy creatures not completely unlike flitters.

But what takes your first impressions and blows them away is the owner of this odd little place. A sinuous dragon of crystalline grace rests upon a raised dais on a throne molded of snow. Her scales seem to reflect the globes of light gently shining down on the room, and she is currently in deep conversation with a very furry creature made, it seems, to exist only in the deepest cold.

A chubby little flitter wings over to you (or perhaps it's a small fleet) with a pelt of heavy fur.

::Welcome to the Winter Gather! Noya chose you to partake in her riches and get to know one another. The Nexus is back! The Nexus is back!::

That thought fades from your mind as the flitter scoots off to its next duty, though it sounds like a triumphal cheer.

Welcome to the Winter Gather, it seems. What do you do next?


Part II: The Revelation
(To be posted on December 19th! For now, feel free to post a mingle starter and tag others, get to know them, etc!)

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Aenieso Landwerlen | Nidus Novalux Representative

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The massive, blonde-furred mutt of a dragon had just been arguing with Queen Noya Fosse for the last ten minutes about his rights, as an ostensible representative for his Nidus, to be granted the privilege of a proxy. Aenieso Landwerlen was no diplomat, even though he'd lived and served the Nidus for nearly 200 years.

No, he was a bureaucrat: he loved pushing paper, keeping records, tracking events through history. He'd lived very much of his Nidus' history, after all, while so many others had been born, grown old, and withered away before his green-gilt eyes.

So here he is now, standing near the buffet table in human form: a little under six feet, his blonde hair pulled back in a complex braid and his beard trimmed sharply around his well-aged, fifty-something face. He's dressed in a snow-white three-piece suit with gold cummerbund, tie, cuff-links, and other adornments... but he is wearing such a sour expression that one might assume one of the flying lizards flitting around the table and beyond had left footprints all over him.

When approached, he is more than happy to turn a sour gaze upon anyone who dares to seek him. "I shall be blunt. I have been taken here against my will, and I refuse to make a mockery of myself on behalf of my entire Nidus. If you're looking for japes, look elsewhere."

Re: Aenieso Landwerlen | Nidus Novalux Representative

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Shapeshifting was a common enough skill among murdon, but not one Abiel possessed. Murdon used technology to facilitate it, but so many other species could do it innately (or magically, if there was any difference), so when her mind brushed over a natural shapeshifter, her curiosity piqued. He seemed human enough, and probably on the tall side for his species even if Abiel’s 8’ form dwarfed him, wearing exotic clothes and an unwelcoming expression.

Abiel approached anyway.

The smell of food cradled her delicate nose and made her tail quiver. How long had it been since she’d last eaten?

“I believe I’m here as a representative for my Nidus as well,” Abiel said, dragging her eyes away from the plethora of foreign dishes. Was that a custard? “Although there were far better choices than I, I’m not a diplomat.”

She rarely left the research labs, if she could help it. This was far outside her comfort zone. Nidus might not have been the correct word, either, but the Refugium for all it’s eccentricities fit most of the criteria.

“I’m Abiel, of the Refugium.” She dipped in a short bow, her fronds wavering hesitantly in the cold.