Aira

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It's an ordinary day in the Shifting Expanse. All the employees of the Stormcatcher are determined to make this the best Thundercrack Carnivale Sornieth's ever seen. Of course, a certain pink-loving flight had to ruin it.

The dragons of your clan are busy preparing for the festival when they are rudely interrupted. First, all they see is a tiny speck of magenta against the dark gray thunderclouds. They grow more alarmed as the minuscule dot of light increases in size. They try striking it with lightning and hurling spells at it, but it's no use. "INCOMING!" someone shrieks, and everyone scurries for cover. The unidentified flying object continues on its trajectory until--

--it lands, throwing up a cloud of sand and debris. A giant hunk of crystalline rock is half stuck in the ground, still emanating an eerie radioactive glow. That isn't all that's there, though...

Two Coatls stand in the midst of the carnage. "That -- *cough* -- was -- *cough* -- the stupidest idea ever!" one spits at the other, her tongue flicking irritably. "Meteors are neither a reliable nor safe way to travel, Aria! Where are we, the Shifting Expanse?"

"Relax, Aira," her companion (apparently Aria) says soothingly. "We're exactly where I wanted to go."

Aira looks unconvinced. "Really, now?"

"Really." Aria turns to the curious onlookers and stiffens, remembering something. "Oh, that's right! I have to read this thing... Where'd I put it?" She rummages around in her bag stuffed with alchemy supplies until she pulls out a tattered piece of parchment. She clears her throat and begins reading.

"Happy Thundercrack Carnivale from the Arcane flight, blah blah blah... Here are some gifts for you guys, yadda yadda yadda... Hope you enjoy them... Okay, here ya go!" She tosses them a package poorly wrapped in searingly bright magenta-colored parchment, inside of which something is wriggling.

Aira hurriedly says, "I must apologize for my friend's actions and for the damage we caused--"

"See ya next year!" the other Coatl chirps, grabbing a hold of the meteor once more. She uses her tail to grab Aira, who yelps.

"Put me down! I'd rather fly home myself that get on that thing ag--AIEEEE!" The meteor takes off, dragging the duo with it. It disappears into the distance in a flash of pink.

What a strange way to deliver a gift... Well, no use looking a gift centaur in the mouth. The dragons of your clan open the odd parcel to reveal some Arcane-themed goodies.

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Everything is set for Flameforger's Festival. That is, set on fire. The decorations, the chests, the apparel, the familiars-- even that pink meteor about to crash to the ground is burning up!

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Wait a minute...

...Looks like a certain accident-prone flight has come to crash the party.

As a result of the impact, the flames in the immediate vicinity of the meteor flicker varying shades of magenta. While the dragons of your clan ponder how in Sornieth those crazy Arcane dragons had managed to do that, two Coatls emerge from the wreckage.

"I thought you learned your lesson the last time we did this, Aria," one grouses, glaring at her companion. "But yet again, I've been dragged along on some crazy journey to 'meteorbomb' poor, unsuspecting clans!"

Aria simply beams. "Ah, you finally understand! It's really fun, isn't it?"

"No, it's not!" the other huffs.

"Fine, fine! Have it your way, Aira. You're such a spoilsport." The gembond-covered Coatl notices the crowd watching them bicker and gasps. "Oh, right! I have something for you guys..." She rummages around in her bag until she pulls out a package poorly wrapped in magenta paper. Aria tosses it towards the dragons. "Here ya go!" she chirps, as something inside the parcel wriggles.

"I am so sorry we messed up everything--" Aira begins an apology.

Hopping on the meteor once more, Aria interrupts her friend by calling out, "See ya next year!" She snatches up said Coatl in her prehensile tail.

Aira desperately struggles to get free. "Let me go, Ari--AAAAAAAAH!" The meteor zooms off with both dragons in tow. It soon disappears into the soot-stained sky.

Well, that was an odd experience... The dragons of your clan open the gift, which contains some Arcane-themed goodies.

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The Riot of Rot: a celebration of surviving against the odds? A germaphobe's worst nightmare? The perfect target for a flaming pink meteor to fall out of the sky and crash into?

Wait...


...those Arcane dragons always have to make a dramatic entrance.


As the completely and utterly confused dragons of your clan look on, a pair of almost identical Coatls emerge from the wreckage. "Hiya!" one chirps cheerfully. She slides off the chunk of pulsating pink rock with ease, then strolls towards the awaiting dragons. "Aira! Come on down and say hello!"

"I'm. Not. Coming. Down!" her companion shrieks, clutching onto the top of the meteor with all her might. "Aria, you know I hate disease and germs and-- and-- and icky stuff! Plague is just so gross..."

"Suit yourself, I guess," Aria says with a shrug. "Anyway... Happy Riot of Rot from the Arcane flight! We're here to deliver some goodies... If I can find them..." she searches her belongings for a few moments. "Ah! Here it is!" The Coatl produces a box wrapped in magenta parchment. It shudders in her claws as if something alive is moving around inside of it.

Aira flies back up to Aira and lands beside her. "Well, my work here is done. See ya next year!" she calls. "Say bye, Aira."

"Goodbye... and good riddance. You can keep your rot and skulls, I'll stick with the stars."

Oblivious to her friend's mutterings, the other Coatl slaps the side of the meteor. "Giddy up, Epona!"

Aira stares at her. "Please don't tell me you named it-- AAAAAAAAAH!"

The meteor takes off into the sky, disappearing in a flash of pink light. Still puzzled, the dragons of your clan open the parcel to reveal some Arcane-themed goodies.

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The Earth flight is home to some of the greatest geologists, but even they couldn't tell what the flaming magenta rock hurtling towards your clan was made of...

Wait, what!?


Meteors + Pink + Explosion = Oh, boy. Arcane has come to crash Rockbreaker's Ceremony.

As the dragons of your clan stare in shock and confusion, two almost identical Coatls disembark from the hunk of space rock.


"Ugh, it's so... dusty here," one complains, brushing stray specks of dirt off of her peony-colored coat. "And for the record, Aria, you're a lousy driver."

The other rolls her eyes. "Well, I'm better than you, that's for sure. Aira, how're you supposed to guide a meteor while your eyes are shut and you're screaming your head off?"

"I wouldn't have done that if you were going a bit, I don't know, slower!?"

"Well, I was trying to deliver this package on time! You took forever to get ready!"

"Didn't it occur to you that I possibly would not want to come!? After that Riot of Rot debacle--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Aria stops her. "...We sound like an old married couple."

Aira pauses, than wrinkles her snout. "Ew. You're right. Let's change the subject. ...You said something about a package?"

"Oh, yeah!" The gem-covered Coatl turns to the dragons of your clan. She rummages around in her bags before producing a box poorly wrapped in eye-searing magenta. She hands it to the closest dragon with a chipper "Here you go!"

Meanwhile, her companion tries to apologize for the mess. "I'm so sorry about the damage we caused--"

"See ya next year!" Aria calls. She flies up on the meteor once more. "...Aira, if you don't get your Cherub-striped tail up here, you can fly home yourself."

"Coming, coming," said dragoness mutters.

Once Aira joins her, Aria pats the side of the meteor. "Come on, Epona. Let's go home!"

"You never told me why you named it Epon--AAAAAAAAH!!"

The meteor takes off with its two riders. Puzzled, the dragons of your clan open the parcel, which contains some Arcane-themed goodies.

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The Greenskeeper Gathering is in full swing. The dragons of your clan are busy collecting leaves, gushing about the new apparel, and celebrating all things Nature.

...That is, until a certain chaos-causing flight crashed the party. Literally.


A pulsing pink meteor is caught in the vine decorations, swaying precariously overhead. Two Coatls try to carefully disembark, only for one to slip on a vine, crash into the other, and send both of them tumbling.


"AAAAAAAAA--" one shrieks, then lets out an "Oof!" when they finally meet the ground.

Her companion springs up, a cheerful grin on her face. "You know, I think that was our best landing yet!" she says, then turns to your dragons. "Howdy! I'm Aria, and this is Aira. We're here to wish you all a happy Greenskeeper Gathering on behalf of our flight, Arcane!"

Aria hands over a package wrapped in eye-searing magenta. It shudders in her claws as if there is something living inside.

"Well, our work here is done. See ya next year!" she chirps. "Come on, Aira!"

Aira sighs. "We're sorry we messed up your decorations... Hey, wait up!" She scampers after Aria and climbs up onto the meteor.

"Can we go a bit... I don't know... slower this time?"

"Sorry, but Epona's got a mind of her own!"

"Last time I checked, 'Epona' is a chunk of space rock, not a living creature -- AIYEEEEEEEE!"

The meteor takes off, the two Coatls in tow. Slightly unnerved, the dragons of your clan open the package, which contains some Arcane-themed goodies.

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The Brightshine Jubilee: a time when even the most studious of scholars will set aside their studies to celebrate the Light Flight.

Naturally, another research-loving (and much more accident-prone) group of dragons had to crash the party.


A giant pink meteor is lodged in the ground, which could mean only one thing. The dragons of your clan watch in horror as two Coatls dismount and come towards them.


"Hiya!" one chirps, her magenta eyes sparkling with enthusiasm -- or was it mischief? "I'm Aria, and this is Aira. We're here to wish you all a happy Brightshine Jubilee on behalf of our flight, Arcane!"

The other sighs. "I'm pretty sure they've already figured that out." She looks up into the sky and squints, shielding her face with one claw. "Is it me, or is the sun brighter here than it is at home?"

"It's probably just you, Aira -- of course it's brighter, we're in the Sunbeam Ruins for crying out loud! *ahem* Anyway, here's a little gift for you guys!" Aria hands over a package wrapped in glitter-drenched parchment. It shudders in her claws as if something inside is wriggling about. "I heard you guys like shiny things, so I made them extra sparkly!" she adds with a grin.

"Alright, mission accomplished. Can we go home now?" Aira asks impatiently.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Well, see you guys next year!" Aria follows her friend to the meteor and climbs on. "Giddy up, Epona!" she yells.

"...I don't get why you call it Epon--AAAAAAAAAAAH!!"

The two Coatls fly off into the distance. A little confused, the dragons of your clan open the package to find some Arcane-themed goodies.

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Everyone was primed to celebrate the frozen festival known as the Crystalline Gala... Until the pink-loving party crashers showed up.


A pink meteor is buried in the ice, still pulsing with magenta magic. As the dragons of your clan watch completely unaffected by the weather, two shivering Coatls slide off the meteor... and sink down into the snow.


"Okay, m-maybe now I-I agree with you, Aira," one chatters, pulling herself out. "It's too c-cold here. I-I'm just g-gonna d-deliver the b-box and then w-we can g-go."

"S-sounds like a p-plan, Aria," the other agrees.

Aria pulls out a present wrapped in pink parchment. She barely squeaks out a "Happy Crystalline Gala from Arcane!" before she and Aira have scrambled back on their meteor and zoomed off into the distance.

Shrugging at the Coatls' odd antics, the dragons of your clan open the package to find some Arcane-themed goodies.

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Shadow dragons are known for their mischief and trickery... but Arcane is the master of the element of surprise.

A meteor sticks out of the ground, its bright pink glow a stark contrast to the surrounding gloom. Two Coatls disembark, one clutching a package in her prehensile tail.


"I can't see anything," one complains, squinting. "Maybe we should just drop it off and go."

"Aww, where's the fun in that?" the other chides. She takes a deep breath and yells, "HELLOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I'm Aria, and this party pooper is my pal Aira! We're here to give you a present for your festival!"

A claw clamps over Aria's mouth. "Are you TRYING to get us KILLED!?" Aira whisper-yells. "Just give me that!" She confiscates the package and carefully nestles it in a nearby colony of glowshrooms. "There we go. Now, we're leaving and not coming back."

"...Until next year?" Aria squeaks.

"Whatever, just get on the meteor already!" Aira adds in a mutter, "Next year, I'm staying home and you can deal with this stupid 'Meterbombing' business..."

The Coatls shoot off into the sky and disappear in a flash. The dragons of your clan creep out of the underbrush towards the package, which is wrapped in parchment dyed an eye-searing magenta. Inside, they find a selection of Arcane-themed goodies.

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Despite occasionally squabbling over the name of a certain bay, Wind dragons typically get along with Arcane dragons. They weren't expecting their pink-loving neighbors to send chunks of space rock hurtling towards the Windswept Plateau, though...


The dragons of your clan watch in bafflement as two Coatls try to disembark.


"Wow, the gusts here are twice as fast as what that book said! Good thing we weighed it down with some rocks, huh?" one yells over the howling wind.

"What did you say, Aira?"

"I said it's a good thing we weighed it down with rocks!"

"What?"

"It's good we weighed it down with rocks!"

"WHAT?" she squawks at the top of her voice.

Aira groans. "FORGET IT, ARIA, JUST GIVE THEM THE PACKAGE!"

"OKAY!" Aria finally makes it down the meteor and pulls out a box wrapped in bright magenta parchment. She sets it down on the ground and exclaims, "HAPPY MISTRAL JAMBOREE!"

The two Coatls don't stick around after completing their delivery -- as soon as Aria makes it back up on the meteor, they've disappeared into the distance. The dragons of your clan cautiously open the parcel, which contains some Arcane-themed goodies (and rocks).

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Ah, the Wavecrest Saturnalia... The perfect time to visit the beautiful shores of the Sea of a Thousand Currents and celebrate all things related to the Water Flight.

However, even the Tidelord himself couldn't predict the giant meteor that literally crashed the party.


In defiance of all known laws of physics, the flaming chunk of space rock floats in the water, still pulsing eerily. Two very wet (and miffed) Coatls hold on for dear life.


"Out of all your so-crazy-it-just-might-work ideas, this has to be the worst so far!" one huffs indignantly. "You're lucky I cast that water repellant spell on my scrolls, Aria, or I would have your head!"

The other dragon rolls her eyes. "It was better than landing on the beach, that's for sure. Would you rather get wet or have sand in places sand shouldn't be?"

"...Fair point."

Spotting the dragons of your clan, Aria grins. "Hold on, Aira. I think we're right on target." She fluffs her feathers and flies over. "Howdy! Happy Wavecrest Saturnalia from us in the Arcane Flight! We brought you this! ...Sorry it's a bit soggy, we had a rough landing." She hands over a package wrapped in searingly bright magenta parchment. It shudders in her claws as if there's something living inside.

"Can we go home now?" Aira asks as Aria returns to the meteor.

"I'd stop whining if I were you. We have twenty-seven more deliveries to do."

"TWENTY-SEVEN!?"

And with that, they're gone in a flash of pink light. Offering silent prayers to the Eleven for Aria's safety, the dragons of your clan open the gift and find some Arcane-themed goodies.