The Dance of Flowers

[_mady07 1066]

The Dance of Flowers. 

 

 

[!] An invitation was spread around Almaris, the flyer left at every household’s mailbox, every aviary, and every doorstep. The parchment read in rosey ink:

 

"To every Mali, Valah, Uruk, and living soul alive upon the realm. You’re welcome to attend Elvenesse’s seasonal ball. We are pleased to announce that there will be a contest of outfits, where the winner will receive a grand Mina prize.

All outfits must be in the theme of Flower of the water. Those who do not wish to participate in the outfit contest may wear a blue or white outfit. During the night’s festivities in the throne room, there will be dancing, music, and entertainment of a lifetime."

 

 

 

Signed,

 

 

Lady-Cheiftess, Mèlawen Taliame’onn Silma Daesmon Vuln’muirel

 

The Wild-Fox, Mavis Vuln'muirel

 

[!] A small set of a frog's foot prints are placed at the bottom of the page along side a child's handwriting [!]

 

Little Lady, Iris Taliame'onn Daesmon

And Edelweiss THE FROG

 

OOC

Spoiler

Thursday, March 31st at 6pm EST See yall there!! Will there be a cha-cha slide.. the world may never know.. o.o

Credit for dealing with my b.s all day long LOL c:

@Diogen @briarthorn @Pancho @The Media Wizard @Braydebn

 

The responsible frog..

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 Art credit to @Diogen

 

 

[briarthorn 186]

Mavis Vuln’miruel read over the missive while having her morning tea. With a smile she showed the letter to Elliphas, “Exciting, looks like we’ll have to bust out some more dance moves very soon,” 

 

Spoiler

we love you mady! 

 

[Diogen 3061]

Mèlawen's best child excitely awaits for the ball! 

[KaiserJacobII 1048]

A flyer catches itself underfoot of one Timothy Newton, and the Mali pauses. He slowly lifts his boot off the paper and places its leather sole to the side as he bends down and grabs hold of the paper. Although soggy, the flyer's content is readable. "Hmm," sounds he, before placing it in his pocket. "Mèlawen," Timothy mutters, before continuing on his walk along the rain-dampened streets of Elysium.

[christman 2221]

"How do these letters keep finding me?!" Cried out a distressed Mali'thill, re-inforcing her: 'No Soliciting Sign' with a further few nails - and a lot more red paint.

[High_On_Math 398]

"Sounds hedonistic", muttered an elfess.  "Still, I might go to meet new individuals.  Though as for a dress, I'll have to spend more time in deliberation."

[TwilightWolf 883]

Aerendyl begins fashioning his legendary Rhinestone Cowboy git-up. Elvenesse had not been graced with his shiny, white ten-gallon hat for too many night.