The mid-Winter Solstice [Open] [Stormcaller Event]

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The midwinter solstice. To some, a day of magic, trickery and darkness. To others, such as the Stormcallers, a time for celebration, of joyous reunion.

For a period of only a few days before and after this auspicious time, the winds that guard the Twilight palace grow calm, allowing any who don't mind the winds and rain passage into the heart of Stormcallers territory. It is at this time that the Mid-winter festival is held, time where any and all are invited to make their way to the palace, for a day (and longer night) of singing, dancing, food, drink and company. Here, on this day, the tribes do not exist, nor rank, nor history. Every guest, from the highest dwelling Vuari to the deepest living Lakara, is welcomed with open wings, as long as their intentions are pure. Even the Ki'Sha are invited, although often almost none would turn up.
But there is a special group that this invitation is extended to: Rogues.
Believing that everyone should have a chance to find a place that they can call their own, the Stormcallers happily accept any rogue that wishes to join the festivities, and take pride in showcasing the life of their tribes and other tribes. Rouges are encouraged to form closer bonds with tribes, and dragons who are already in tribes might even change tribes if they see anything they like.

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Claws clicking along tiles, Rihzome slowly walked around the corridors, heading towards Imperia's chambers. It was still a few days away, until the festivities started in earnest, but the winds and rain had already began their weakening, and travellers, mostly rogues at this stage, had begun to arrive. Of course, with those first few arrivals, he had begun to panic. Food, lodging, water, crime, medical supplies and safety… Any of those were of utmost importance during this time, and he was largely in charge of overseeing all of them. Of course, he had personally checked and re-checked many of these things, but still… it was worrisome to have some many draconiformes in the palace at a single time.

Shaking himself from his reprieve, as he reached the doors to the Queen's chambers, he knocked, waiting a few moments before pushing open the door and calling. "Queen Imperia, ma'am? The first guests have begun to arrive. I thought it would be wise to notify you." Falling silent, waiting for her response, he wondered, for a moment, if Caramina was nearby, before shrugging it off. No doubt she would be waiting somewhere downstairs, looking for Vortex. He had made sure he had received a special, personal invitation to join the festivities, from 'Caramina' herself. Smiling to himself, he shook himself. "You better not be sleeping in again." He called, a little teasingly, as he pushed the doors open completely, and waltzed into the room, looking for her.

Storm apprehensively walked closer to the palace. He had heard that there was supposedly a celebration going on at this time where tribes basically didn't exist and everyone was equal. Finally, somewhere I can be myself, he thought with longing. He was close enough now to see dragons from all over Nuira at the celebration.

Even though Storm was technically a Ki'Sha, he despised it and wasn't like the rest of them. He was a peacemaker, not a killer. In fact, the only reason he was still in the Ki'Sha was because his best friend Athena was there. But he was looking to leave the tribe too and join the Stormcallers, since he heard that they were peaceful. And the fact that they were inviting all dragons, no matter what tribe they were from, was a good sign. It was what he would have done. Bring all types of dragons together for a peaceful celebration.

It almost felt too good to be true.

He approached the Twilight Palace, coming out of the shadows. His heart beat faster. There were a bunch of dragons here now and he was delighted. Dragons who were in a good mood. Honestly, all Storm wanted were dragons who were kind and would be his friend. Dragons who had each other's backs. It often felt in the Ki'Sha that the dragons were going to eat him alive sometimes. Athena was his only comfort in his dark world.

Except, maybe, until now.

Was it too much to hope for? New dragons who he could make friends with and finally feel at home with other dragons from a tribe? It had been a long time since he felt that. It almost felt like a fading dream. A completely different world.

He couldn't help but smile widely as he walked up to the other dragons gathering. There were a bunch of dragons here now. Everyone seemed to be in conversation. So, not sure what to do, Storm sat down to the side, looking around and admiring the beautiful castle. He was still open for anyone to come talk to him, though.