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sirensdxn · 1 year
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November DWC Day 3 - Forest/Morality
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✧✧✧ Journey into Eromai Epolomono ✧✧✧
Chapter 2
-Written by Ra’hsen
“Ru’lan let go.”
The feathered raptor did not release. Trapped between those sharpened fangs rested an elaborately carved beam of wood once intended to accent the training room walls. Now it proved to be the perfect chew toy for a rebellious ravasaur. 
“Drop it.” Ra’hsen gestured down toward the floor mirroring the basic training he’d been given before the Syl’voran’s disappearance. Part of him wondered if the two would delight in knowing their precious son had helped decorate with his own artistic sense. He’d have to save it just in case, that is if he could get Ru’lan to release. 
The Reverend settled on his knees and stared into those vast but fierce eyes for a time. A fearless hand firmly gripped the beam mere centimeters from Ru’lan’s teeth. Moist and hot breath escaped the creature's nose and mouth before answering Ra’hsen’s command with a snort. Down the beam fell with a thud. 
This hadn’t been the first time the now fully grown raptor had decided to throw a fit, nor would it likely be the last. Ra’hsen picked up the beam and moved it into a spot Ru’lan would at least have difficulty climbing to. His single sliver eye peered at his pacing housemate, those large talons had worn a path into the once grassy play area.  In adults and children alike destructive tendencies were a sign of stress, as was pacing. He stepped forward and held out a flat hand to signal his intentions. After a brief moment of hesitation Ru’lan stepped forward and rested his chin upon the hand. Ra’hsen smiled and ran his free hand over their nose toward the mane of feathers. His expression darkened for a moment as he felt around and pulled away, loose feathers. 
“Seems as if house life is not for big boys now is it, Ru’lan?” The priest continued to pet the raptor for a time. “How about we schedule you a little vacation, hm? A chance to roam the forest with your buddies?” 
Ru’lan’s excited tail swatted against the ground.
Still, it didn’t answer the cause of the creature’s distress. No child be it man or dinosaur thrived without their parents. Ru’lan may have been adult grown but his actions were no better than a teenager first discovering how to talk back. Not to mention his particular species were known to be family driven and extremely social creatures. While Ra’hsen had plenty of experience raising and training avians, raptor’s distant descendants, they were still entirely different species. With a deep breath he walked into the cabin, Ru’lan followed close behind. 
Ra’hsen had finally gotten used to climbing their stairs without second guessing his next step. At some point everything snapped into place, perhaps after his thirtieth day tending to their rose bushes. A distant gaze fell upon the unlit living space as light only trickled in the windows. Specks of dust danced in the evening sun’s rays and reminded the priest of his need to clean. Time for another winter clean it seemed. 
A smirk formed on his lips. It’d be just like them to arrive days before Winterveil with gifts in hand to apologize for their delay. It’d be what, two years without a holiday? The thought left a pang in his chest as he sat beside the table. Two years without Rowan. Two years without his dear friends. Two years spent staring at a bracelet that flickered once every several moons. Two years going on two centuries of endless waiting and stagnation. His loneliness gradually shifted to silent anger as his palm curled into a fist. 
Elven mortality was a funny thought. For some two years were nothing more than a blink of an eye. An entire mortal life could flutter into existence, bare children, grandchildren, and flicker out as an elf barely began their youth. While others mirrored their shorter lived brethren with lives a few years longer than a human’s. The Reverend just happened to be the lucky, or unlucky one who inherited those longer lives. He’d begun to witness his mate lose his life before him. The pale face he loved already showed signs of aging despite elven blood rushing through Rowan’s veins as well. Perhaps Ra’hsen should have counted his passing as a blessing, but his absence still weighed over him greater than the two who’s house he sat in that very moment. The same two who would witness his own aging with time as youth continued to cling to their features. 
Stuck in the Reverend’s mind the already lonely raptor did not handle being ignored. In some ways Ra’hsen could see where his avian friends learned their ego. Perhaps it was in the very same blood that the two species shared. Still, Ru’lan showed more compassion than the priest’s proud birds. Ru’lan pressed his nose against and peered up with confused vibrant blue eyes. Eyes that reminded Ra’hsen of the ocean and his late fiancé. 
“Apologies,” he whispered as his fist unwrapped and once again ran over the raptor’s head. “I didn’t mean anything to you, dear.” 
Ru’lan’s chin rested on the Reverend’s lap and yawned. Ra’hsen supposed Ru’lan wasn’t the only one missing someone. He stared at the quill and paper across the table out of reach. Maybe the sleepy one had the right idea, it was time for a nap. He could write Bellana in a few hours if not the morning. 
Thank you for inviting me to write @konietzko-sylvoran
Mentions: @talthorn-sylvoran @jorithas
Challenge by: @daily-writing-challenge
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konietzko-sylvoran · 3 years
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“In memory of so many whom we've lost, this next one is a personal message to every elf of every creed. A roué cyr act which follows meant to inspire elvish solidarity. Written and performed by the Heart of Tenacity's Konietzko Lumenstone, we give you One more Dorei.”
(Written/Timed Music Here)  
The lights are dim so all that is seen is the silhouette of Kon’s figure sitting with his back to the audience. Above him higher up than he could reach even while standing is his LED cyr wheel. As the LEDs start to illuminate, they emit a soft glow making the wheel look like a giant moon in the sky above Kon’s figure. Dangling from the bottom of the wheel is a large banner on display. Two more lights on the right and left of the stage give spotlight to the banner on display so one can see every detail of it. The Shaldorien Silk banner, embroidered with Thalassian gold threads dons the traditional colors of each elvish nation, woven together in an elegant arrangement that's certain to inspire unity in their kinship! To anyone who had ever visited the Ashes of Alar booth at any event, it was clear this was the Banner of Accord made by Tenacious Tapestries meant to represent elvish solidarity. The stage wall behind the wheel and Kon both illuminate with starlight across a vast night sky of blue and violet. Kon’s dark skin glistens from the subtle light catching hints of the sparkling paint he’s coated in giving him the desired astral effect.
With his back still to the audience as he sits there, he raises his head up to stare at the night sky and the moonlit banner above as his dreadlocks kiss the small of his back tied back in a formal knot. His deep chocolate voice speaks aloud as the music begins to play. “We elves were once all Children of the Stars. All the same Dorei, children of the same light in the sky. No matter how old or young, we are all descendants of the starborne. Today, we are a race so divided and thinned that the few remaining lights among us have become dim with hatred, sorrow, and arrogance. Many of us know and understand the reasons why. Some, like me, have lived through most of them. And yet with all I’ve experienced, all I’ve endured, I keep looking among us all no matter our creed and asking the same thing. Is it so wrong of us to call one another brothers and sisters? In a time where unity is so needed in our world, where lights go out around us at an alarming rate, I ask that all dorei take a moment in to hear me out.” 
Raising one hand up towards the sky backdrop, he arcs his hand one side to the other tracking a shooting star across the sky. “The kaldorei were once founders of Azeroth’s most magical and advanced civilization till forces out of our control came and divided us all. No matter our current race, we’ve all suffered great and tragic losses repeatedly over time and even currently. We’re no longer immortal.” He turns his head to the side to look to a single wisp as it approaches him from above and hovers at his side. Kon’s amber eyes were masked with subtle feathers and glitter along the cheekbones and eye ridges to look like that of an owl. “And yet in all the brilliance this world has to offer us, we have learned that none of it is meant to be kept. Not even our own souls. As time ticks on we each become mere flickers of light, mere moments in time.”
“I was but a boy when devastation wrought us all into several isolated groups and history continues to repeat itself as more and more dorei are created.” He holds his hand out to the wisp as it starts to slowly circle around him. “Separation, isolation, banishment, betrayals, fractured societies and exile have repeated themselves among the dorei time and time again. Each time our skin changes color, our hair and our eyes take on a new tone and the magic that we wield finds a new source changing us forever.”
“Time and history has taught us all how to fear, how to hate and how to change. But even with all our differences, rather we worship the moon, the sun, the void or whatever deity we choose, are we not still one dorei?” Slowly he rises to his feet wearing nothing but a uniquely designed legging with enchanted thread that hugs tight at his hips. “We’ve all derived from the magical in nature no matter how old our bloodlines are currently or how very new and altered they’ve become. Do we not all still have glowing eyes no matter their color? Though some have gotten shorter or longer, do our ears not all point at the end?” He reaches up and the cyr wheel lowers down towards him as he removes the Banner of Accord from the wheel. The wisp flew around the wheel and Kon both a few times before disappearing.
The magical thread along his leggings shimmer from hip to ankle as the threads change color to each elvish nation’s colors as he speaks of them. “Kaldorei, Quel’dorei, Ren’dorei, Sin’dorei, Shal’dorei and even Shen’dralar. We are all one people.” He turns to walk to the side of the stage and places the banner on a golden standard waiting there, letting it hang and display itself magnificently. “I believe in unity among us, that we need to show kindness to all and make sure no more fall. Respecting others is what we should do, who knows it might even spread more happiness too. At the end of the day even those who have strayed we are all the same. Noone is better than another, it’s not in a name.” He turns and walks back center stage as the sky illuminates in more and more stars behind him and his wheel starts to twinkle as if stars are slowly twinkling behind him. Kon faces the audience with amber eyes full of emotion and determination through his owl mask. “You never know when your life will be changed so don’t look down on others who face troubles of their own. We are all dorei, all children of the stars whose lights are just as important as all the others.” He slowly flourishes his hands out right and left. “My brothers, my sisters, a moment may be all we have left in the sky of a million stars. Care and respect are things we can all freely give. And for that last light you touch, it may even make this world a better place to live.”
In a slow, fluid motion he lowers himself down to bend one knee back through the wheel and the other forward as he bows his head. The wheel and stage go dark as spotlights go out all but the light on the Banner of Accord.
(Music for the second half here)
The cyr wheel lights back up, LEDs twinkling timed with the music. With practiced finesse, he rolls the heavy wheel on its edge, causing it to trace a slow path around him as he slowly rises up. The LEDs transition via soft fades from gold to soft blues to turquoise, reflecting the colors of the High elves, even his leggings and their magical thread match the colors. Hands both reach out then slowly curl into fists as he hugs them to his chest as if in pain. Turning his body to the side in a fluid movement, he reaches for the circling wheel then starts to slowly walk it around the stage in a wide slow circle with perfect timing to the music. His other hand rises and falls in time with the music to express a gentle magical  emotion through movement. Everything is perfectly timed as if walking through memory.
The stage wall behind him starts to reflect colors that strongly suggest the feel and warmth of the sunwell’s magic. The Cyr wheel starts to lose the blues and greens, fading into more golden with droplets of red as did his leggings. Shadows crept through the backdrop as the colors became corrupt, flickering. With athletic precision he steps into the wheel with both feet and grabs the edges with both hands. Revolving in a continuous wide pattern resembling a waltz, he spins and turns synched with the music, conveying a delicate balance and grace as colors still flicker about him. One hand releasing the wheel, he reaches it up and out as if trying to chase after or grasp at some unseen force.
The moment the base hits the wheel LEDS become a flurry of red and golden patterns with occasional green trying to sneak in then fade or flicker out. With both hands now gripping the top of the wheel in a wide outstretched grip, he raises both feet off the wheel, extending his body out while facing down. As if flying midair for two spins, one foot comes back down and then flares back out making the wheel spin faster and faster all in sync with the patterns of the LEDS conveying the flurry of intense magic and emotion at the pinnacle of Blood elven society. He suddenly locks his shoulders and forces the wheel to make tighter spins as it starts to fall with his back to the ground! Resembling a coin losing speed as it becomes flatter it seems he might fall on his back with the wheel at any moment. The LEDs a flurry of confusing flashing colors trapping him inside the chaos showing just how difficult this move and the emotions he’s portraying are. His body remains locked, keeping him from falling and at the last second he throws himself into a handspring then brings the wheel and himself erect once more.
The stage backdrop became a giant violet dome with the night sky above it. The LEDs of his wheel and leggings are now variations of blues, violets, silvers and pinks, reflecting the colors of the Nightborne. Slipping out of the wheel, he keeps it spinning as both hands push it on a course with just enough force to keep the wheel freely orbiting around him. Kon stands at the center as his head turns down and eyes close as he brings his arms up across his chest as if holding himself. His right palm presses over his heart as he quivers, eyes opening slowly as he turns his head skyward, right hand raising up reaching to the stars. The LEDs suddenly become shrouded in a dark deep violet and the dome in the backdrop becomes swaying tendrils of the same color. Konietzko grasps at his head and mimics a blood-curdling scream without sound as his wheel takes on golden elements around the deep violet LEDS strongly reflective of the Void Elves.
Spinning on his toes he comes around to grab the wheel and with one more spin he steps back into it. His ankles together on one side of the wheel, syncing with the beat and a slight bend in his knees before pushing off still in the corner of the wheel. His body comes up perfectly parallel to the stage as the wheel quickly whips up and around bringing him back down. He bends his knees while it rotates and repeats his actions as the corner thrusts and momentum increases the speed of the wheel once more while displaying his total control of where the wheel spins and lands with each rotation. The LEDs swap between the prior color groups back and forth with every thrust.
As the beat picks back up the LED’s become a flurry of every elven nation’s colors in various patterns. Each time he spins the wheel a trail of color follows as starlight starts to fall around him. Placing his feet and arms both spread wide with a slight bend in the knees he brings the wheel to a fast rotation. However the wheel starts moving in a wide full revolution around the full circumference of the stage. Faster and faster he brings the rotation as his dreads spin about with him. At the peak of his speed around the stage, the LEDs and backdrop all burst into the kaleidoscope of a full night sky with stars of varying colors. Kon brings the fast spinning wheel center stage once more, back onto its own axis. 
Using his built-up momentum he rises up suddenly, bringing himself up over the top of the wheel as one leg wraps over the top of it and the other bent and pointing in the opposite direction. He raises his hand up high as he spins among the stars truly living in the moment. The LEDs of the wheel start to take on more purple, golden and silver hues all together, the colors of the Night Elves. After a few more rotations, he unwraps his leg and lowers himself back down as he shows his athletic precision, suspending himself from the top mid-spin. Feet tucked up, he points one toe down till it softly touches the bottom of the wheel. His hand comes out while the wheel continues to spin and flourishes out towards the audience at the lyrics of who cares if one more light goes out. He then stops the wheel in a slow and graceful spin as he steps out of it and then motions to himself as his free hand places itself on his chest before he takes a deep bow before them all and the LEDs fade away into nothing but that night sky of all dorei.
((A huge shout out to @lunethdawnseeker and the Ashes of Alar vendors who have always been so wonderful and kind to Kon and Talthorn every event we meet them at! The moment the thought occurred to write this performance to inspire elvish solidarity which Talthorn and Kon are both so passionate about, I instantly knew that the Banner of Accord had to be used within it so a big thank you to Luneth and their Tenacious Tapestries for giving me permission to use it in Kon’s performance. It has a very special place on their wall at home where they proudly display it as a sign to all who enter. All credit for the banner goes to them and their original design! The following performance was written for the @succulent-tart In Memoriam show 9.18.2021  - in honor of Chester Bennington’s One More Light and every fallen elf of every race we’ve lost over the years.)) 
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celesterunewhisper · 2 years
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You received a gift from Celeste!
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T A L  &&  K O N
Tea: Dancing Stars Ingredients: -orange peel + dried mint + hazelnut + candied starfruit + dried lemongrass + dried moringa leaf Flavour: herbal tea (no caffeine); a smooth bodied tea with a creamy mint flavour followed seamlessly by notes of candied citrus. Other Gifts: galaxy chocolate sugar cookies.
Merry Winter's Veil, Tal and Kon! I had so much fun thinking about what kind of tea to craft you both. I wanted to fit not only your aesthetic as performers, but also the softness you both share. I needed stars and sweets! So, I created a very smooth feeling tea that tastes almost as if you are drinking a warm creamsicle—it tastes better than it sounds, I promise—with a very literal addition of STARfruit. Budumtsss. You two shine brighter than the stars! It's only fitting your tea reflected this. Continue being amazing, you guys! Cookies included for you to share. -Celeste Runewhisper
(( @talthorn-sylvoran​ @konietzko-lumenstone​ ))
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lunetous · 3 years
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Kon
VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS: 💗💗💗💗💗
“I think he is very handsome of course! I do really love his dreads and the dark color of his skin. Talthorn is a very lucky man to have such a handsome beau.”
FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗
“I consider Konitzko on of my closest friends, I would not trade him for the world! It’s lovely to have him around, even if he is wild.”
SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗
“He is a taken man, for me to lust after him would just be wrong and unwelcome for him.”
ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗
“As I said, he and Talthorn are together. They are not interested in me in such a way. I would never try my way into a relationship.”
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💔 Non-existent 💗 Very low 💗💗 A little 💗💗💗 Hopeful 💗💗💗💗 High 💗💗💗💗💗 Maximum
( Thanks @konietzko-lumenstone )
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Showmanship Jacket/Trenchcoat design for @konietzko-lumenstone for the @succulent-tart After Dark II!
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serazhen · 3 years
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~ When - "You know we often find ourselves working together at these events now and again but I've yet to ever really come to know you or talk much at all. I assume it's because like most of us you're just busy or focused elsewhere but well... here I am asking, when might a good time be for Talthorn and I to get to know you better fellow tart?"
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“Oh. Yeah. I don’t really have an easy time “getting to know people” -- like, pretty sure Ryland and I didn’t even know each other’s names until we’d hung out more than twice. Really just kinda go with the flow and see where conversation goes, usually, if it goes anywhere. The last few times I’ve been at stuff I think you’ve either been working at it, or I’ve been working at it. 
My personal not-Tart work schedule makes it hard for me to schedule anything when people normally hang out, so try and catch me at any of the events this month or next time there’s a chill Tart bar night! I’ll probably be around!” 
( Thanks @konietzko-lumenstone! @themagictrick mentioned )
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mxrigen · 3 years
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🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better 🌙🌺🍃👉👈
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(Have a reverse card)
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othiriel-corvire · 3 years
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♥ : What kinds of characters are the most fun for you to write for?💔 : What kinds of characters do you have the most trouble writing for?
♥ : I always enjoy writing academic characters—incessantly nosy, know-it-all types. I like to theorize about lore and come up with my own interpretations/expansions on canon powers and things, and academia is usually a good bet for that. I tend towards mages, partly because I find them so fun to play mechanically but also because I just enjoy the class fantasy.
💔 : I tend to struggle writing brusque characters. I'm afraid to hurt people by being rude IC, so I always default to bemused-but-friendly. It's silly, but I'd like to get better at sticking to my guns and maintaining characterization even when it isn't, like, completely palatable. It made RPing my Forsaken characters a little rough.
((Thank you @konietzko-lumenstone for the ask!))
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noonmutter · 3 years
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🌙 and Kon
Leon:
1: “I don’t trust blue jays.” 2: “I ‘ave never once refused t’try a food at least once, even as a kid.” 3: “I was a li’l bit of a firestarter when I was younger. Only stopped cuz I nearly burned down a neighbor’s barn.” 4: “Sometimes I still think about runnin’ away from it all t’start over again, cuz I’m afraid it’ll all come crashin’ down around me one day if I stay.” 5: “I survived gettin’ kicked in th’ead by our biggest, meanest bull, Kormac. I was five at th’ time.”
Kon:
1: “I never know whether it’s okay t’comment on ‘ow big a night elf’s ‘ands are, but damn, mate.” 2: “I really like yer dreads an’ I wish I could pull tha’ kinda thin’ off m’self.” 3: “I din’t mean t’ say th’ bit about bein’ in over yer ‘ead aloud, an’ I’m sorry fer tha’. Even if it’s wha’ I think it’s not my place t’say it.” 4: “Yer possessiveness o’ Saeil is th’ main reason I accepted ‘is invitation t’meet up later. It worked out nice, but at first I just wanted t’teach y’not t’be greedy.” 5: “I ‘ave been tempted on sev’ral occasions t’ask y’t’go runnin’ with me cuz I get th’ feelin’ you kin keep up. I only ‘aven’t cuz I’m not sure y’d believe I wasn’t askin’ fer a shag.”
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sirensdxn · 3 years
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5, 12, 17, 52, 54
005. Are they in good health?
Physically, very much so. Though one could argue he could stand to do more exercising. Luckily he doesn’t eat much of his pastries so there’s not much to worry about in that regard. 
Mentally, still debatable though he is certainly in a better spot compared to months ago. LIfe’s slipped into a steady and comfortable pattern. He is, at least, content. 
012. What makes your character embarrassed?
Praise, genuine praise. It’s in his nature to be uncomfortable to a point of brushing off most compliments. That isn’t to say that he doesn’t mind an ego boost now and again. He might seek adoration, but often forgets the praise accompanying it.
Discussing his personal life or things coming up from his past. Say a certain magazine cover coming to light. Certain old behaviors would be unbecoming of the priest he is today. Though, perhaps he’s a little jealous he isn’t as carefree as he used to be. 
017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved?
Ra’hsen once, and still argues, that under any circumstance violence is not the correct answer. However, believing and preaching are two different matters. 
Is violence justified? Yes. To establish order, however, will only create an unstable foundation. It’s far better to work through the system to fix whatever problem at the root. But if asked he’d see himself above any system. 
052. What is your character’s worst flaw?
As 17 suggests, hypocrisy. While he may present himself as the priest, Ra’hsen in private is anything but. Even to the point where his duality of person has left him conflicted and lost. So long he has preserved this image of himself it’s trapped him within it. 
054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind?
Somewhat. Ra’hsen desires just enough authority to do what he wants and not be bothered. There’s zero interest in being a government official. The weight of his work at the Clinic and for the Silvermoon Conclave is already stressful. He’d be happy with just running a small enough business, with a few favors from influential folk, to just chill.  Spend time with his partner, bake, and smoke. It’s a simple life but free to do what he wants. 
Thank you @konietzko-lumenstone!
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konietzko-sylvoran · 3 years
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Memoir in the Mist Performance Writeup
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A Pandaren themed Roué Cyr act written for 🏮Om Nom Noodle's Mid-Autumn Harvest Festival! 🏮
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With dreadlocks long enough to kiss his lower back pulled back and woven into one long tail braid, this unique Kaldorei with skin as dark as night, cerulean hair, amber eyes and a long well groomed goatee steps up to the side of the stage. His eyes were masked with subtle jeweled feathers and glitter along the cheekbones and eye ridges to look like that of a sapphire owl.The stage before the audience would open up at the ground level, bringing a secondary stage up from where it opened. However this stage had an interesting shimmer and reflective surface to it as it was in fact filled with water only a few inches deep. The stage lighting was set to illuminate soft blue and white lights from different angles along the water’s surface and above. The dark backdrop behind the stage starts to reflect a starry night sky with speckles of violet, blue and white throughout it. It strongly gives off a serene and calming feeling.
Konietzko is seen slipping off his formal robes down over his shoulders and handing them off at the side of the stage in exchange for a large circular Cyr wheel standing taller than even him which he grips and rolls like an oversized hula-hoop. With robes gone, he is seen now wearing a blue and white gradient performance skirt loosely hugging each leg. The skirt was designed to closely resemble the lower half of a hanfu hugging at his hips and flowing between the legs in silken layers of white and blue gradients to make it fan out and flow with every step he might take. A small haze of fog starts to roll from the left and right stage spreading across the water’s surface as the blue lights reflect off of it making the scene look more and more serene.
The opera accent sounds loud and true before the music begins. With the sound of the symbols, Kon steps out onto the watery stage with a slow and graceful step keeping from unsettling the water too much as toes dip in. With every step the skirt flows about his legs as he carries his wheel at his side just above which only goes deep enough to tickle his ankles. Once center stage, he sets the wheel down in front of him so it faces between him and the audience. One hand reaches up high in a slow movement to hold the wheel in place, stretching out his dark, well defined elven torso as he deeply breathes a calming breath in time with the music.
As the voice sings, he lets go of the wheel letting it fall down in front as he brings his hand straight down in front of himself with fingers flowing in line with his chest. As the wheel flips back up his body twists to the side with hands trailing out side to side in time to catch the wheel with his opposite hand. Walking the wheel mid spin back towards himself he slides within it as it rotates around him once before he grabs ahold of it mid motion with both hands and gracefully steps into the wheel. Wheel and performer begin a walking waltzing motion in a small circle around the stage as small amounts of water trail after toes and wheel with this elegant waltz as silken layers fan out around his legs.
Toes creep up higher side to side within the wheel as he starts to spin within it more center stage. Standing as tall as he can with legs out wide, he raises one hand up high towards the sky as his other hand holds the top of the wheel. His body arcs up and out with his chest high as he continues to reach up. His head tilts back as his long braided dread tail fans out like his skirt, creating a very captivating scene while fog continues to whirl about the top of the water.
As the music picks up, six fountains start to shoot water in arches around the stage, two pointed to spray in front of and behind him as he spins. Sending the wheel into faster spins still remaining center, both hands grip the top of the wheel in a wide outstretched grip. He raises both feet back off the wheel and extends them outward while facing down, ankles together and toes pointed. Mimicking a graceful flying motion soaring midair through the water he lets it carry him away.
Lowering his feet back down he steps out and to the side of the wheel quickly spinning it to stay in motion on its center axis. Stepping forward he leaps into the air with arms and legs pointed back before coming down to land in a direct downward punch into the water as he lands on his knees. With water splashing high around him he continues to rock side to side slapping the water with his hands from one side to the next in sync with the beat of the music. With a swipe of both arms he sends water across the stage as he rises up soaking wet now. Turning back to step towards his wheel his hair swings around with a trail of water following as more drips from his soaked skirt.
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Grabbing the wheel mid-flop, he raises it high into the air over the top of his head and starts spinning around on his feet to keep it in motion. One hand lets go and trails inside the wheel as he reaches his hand out to imply grace and balance as he rears his head up and back. Soaked hair and skirt again fan out about him as he continues to spin while water drips from both the wheel and his body, truly capturing the beauty of the moment while the fountains continue their synchronized spray around him.
Lowering the wheel back down he spins once with the wheel out in front of him skimming the water lightly before setting it down and immediately stepping within it waltzing once more. Using the last of the built up momentum to rise himself up over the top of the wheel, one leg wraps over the top of it as the other bends and points in the opposite direction. After a few rotations with him up top he unwraps his leg and lowers himself back down as he shows his athletic precision suspending himself from the top mid spin.
Suddenly he locks his shoulders as he forces the wheel into a flat spin with his body face down still within it! Resembling a coin losing its speed after being spun on its edge the wheel becomes flatter and flatter as if he might fall on his face! The spinning picks up speed rapidly in timing with the spray of water and the music’s intensity. A perfect reflection of just how difficult this move is as his body remains locked to keep from truly letting the wheel fall flat. At the last second he forces a handspring to come around as he and the wheel stand erect once more.
With two more spins around the stage he raises high in the wheel onto his toes side to side till the back of his head rests against the top of the wheel. Both arms reach out behind him and the wheel as his hair and skirt fan out around him one final time. The fountains slowly stop their spray as the wheel too slows. Stepping feet out side to side in the water, Kon walks the wheel in a final waltz around the stage twice. Slowly, he pushes the wheel into a low rotation in front of him in sync with the music. As the wheel falls lower and lower Kon slowly steps back from it with one hand behind him and the other outstretched towards it. He then turns away from the audience and the sinking wheel as all fades into finale.
A huge shout out to the amazing and breathtaking artwork @redheadtrickster did above. The way they captured Kon's grace and the flow of the water and his costume attire described above in the performance writeup took my breath away. I could not be happier and all credit goes to their amazing artwork. A thank you to @sirensdxn for being so kind to capture a few screenshots at the performance itself. It was a difficult location to take shots at with all the dang sheep but this shot alone was my utmost favorite. And finally a big thank you to @talthorn-sylvoran for leveling a Shaman for me JUST for this performance to give the audience more visual of the water effects as it was performed. It was a pleasure and an honor to have Om Nom Noodle's support and to represent the Runaway Theater in this performance eve, not to mention the thrill of seeing faces from other servers and guilds come to support this wonderful event. Thank you from the bottom of mine and Kon's heart ♥
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gloamingdawn · 3 years
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Truth be told, I have always wanted to talk to you outside an event and get to know you a bit more. The way you glow when you wear your wings is truly, breathtaking and awe inspiring.
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“That’s nice to hear, thank you. The unfortunate and busy nature of my profession makes it hard for me to make time outside events; I’m a trauma surgeon in Silvermoon and an aspirant for the Valkyra outside of that -- when I’m not mending or training, I’m usually sleeping or trying to get some me-time back.
I’ll try and make the next social we do, those are easier to talk at than the shows.” 
( Thanks @konietzko-lumenstone! ) 
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bread-elf · 2 years
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Got a coupon gift from @konietzko-lumenstone for a piece from @nehku art! Thank you both so much! ❤❤
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So many plushies were made for the Festival tonight! Thank you @thecastcompany for the great time! Can’t wait for the next festival!
Caythaes @mekandawn | Pheonix @straightouttatheashes | Rozeline Freeta | Sieunnesri @sieunnesriellonthal Quinaeris @toomany-elves | Camliri @camliristarfallen Konietzko @konietzko-lumenstone | Talthorn @talthorn-sylvoran
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talthorn-sylvoran · 3 years
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Unexpected Tea Time
Day 1: Reunion - Afterlife
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Returning to what was left of Aszuna was always a back and forth experience with the magi. One the one hand! It was so incredible to return and to discover what he could in the area in which he had been familiar with so many years ago! On the other....well there were a few horrible deep down issues that even now Talthorn had not known how to deal with in the supreme and unadulterated guilt he held for not being there for his family when everything had been completely obliterated.
However as the older man was a master at being able to compartmentalize most of this, it was far easier to cope for him. So when he returns to places such as the Nar'thalas Academy more times than not, he would be able to appreciate his trip for what it was. A journey into the past with adventures to be had and mysteries to uncover! Already dressed in what would be considered exploring robes, the magi would descend into the libraries once again with interest in the lost knowledge that had been long buried here. It was not any secret that there were still wandering spirits both aware and unaware of the situation that transpired here. There were some that were nothing more than shrieking sirens and others that just wandered about in a daze and loop of routine. Talthorn did his best not to linger too much with some of them, because in truth they really were just no one you could hold any degree of conversation with.
That day though, he had come across a hallway that had broken down to a point in revealing a section of library he had not explored at all! Naturally Talthorn had blinked about and peeked around to determine if it was a good idea to venture in a bit further. Spotting a crumble mess of shelve and knowledge had him sparkle with excitement and in his infinite wisdom would try to squeeze himself through the space to get through. A few disgruntled noises and flaps about, until finally another blink was used to get through. Dusting off his hands and looking proud as if it was a beautiful first attempt, he walks over in a determined but animated fashion to see what sort of discoveries he could make!
To his surprise there was a ghost in here and shoots up right in front of him. After a strangled surprised sound erupts from his lungs and the barrier answers his call to guard him he looks ready to spring into an attack! When the woman there just stares at him it takes a moment for him to realize...? He knew this elf! She was one of the instructors here! Her image was not contorted or twisted, just....here. She was searching over him, uncertain what to make of him, and Talthorn slowly returns to a normal stance and brushes off his robes. "Ah! Good day to you. Forgive me, I was not expecting company." he grins at her and sees she is perking up a brow with his words.
"You're a little different than the last experience I had on the other side of the Academy. Shriekers they were. Quite rude if I must say! Chased me out when I wanted to borrow a couple of the tomes in flora and fauna research....in given time. Which is very obsolete now....but still fascinating!" He continued to speak to the ghost even if she didn't offer a single motion to show he understood. Wondering if she could speak at all, the magi would decide a different line of conversation.
"Oh! How unbecoming of me. I know you probably don't recognize me. But I was one of your students a very long time ago! Not....a very good one....but still! A student nonetheless. Talthorn Syl'voran!" he strikes a bit of a pose earning him a confused look from the ghost. "It is good to see Lady Swiftwind."
There were a few moments that she just stares, seeming to search over Talthorn for more answers. But that nod showed she was capable of understanding! Choosing not to speak she folds up her hand and floats there as if in thought before she gestures over to the fractured table. The magi blinks at her and tries to figure this out. "Hm? Oh! Did you want me to join you? To catch up or something? That's a lovely idea! Let's go do that." he babbles, seeming to himself as if she had not spoken. He saunters over in the somewhat slanted room and looks at the state of the table. Taking it upon himself to adjust it and turn it a bit so it was properly put up, he manages to find a couple of seats, probably not meant for this table at all but gives them a resemblance of home to their new space.
"Will this do? I hope I have not disturbed anything too greatly." the friendly magi continues, not at all put off that he was having a reunion from a dead teacher. The ghost shakes her head and moves to sit down, giving the impression that she didn't know how to speak at all. It mattered little for someone like that thrived in talking often! Sitting down at the other seat he would inspire more sparkling conversation. "Ah good! Well, I suppose I fill you in on the obvious. This entire area has been completely destroyed. For a great many years!"
The woman gives him a flat look as if to indicate she gathered that part. She waves the semblance of a haunted tea set, and after pouring the pot of non-existent tea expects Talthorn to accept her offering. Attempting to do so, but grasping onto nothing the magi stares at the ghostly tea cup. He conjures up a quick cup so as not to seem rude and holds it up to her and bows his head pretending it was what she gave him. Content with that, Lady Swiftwind gives her attention to the older man. "Ah! It seems maybe you knew that already? Then perhaps you would like to know why." he smirks and sees her face actually smile at him. Oh what an interesting day this was going to be!!
(( This was one of the more favorable interactions with one of the ghosts at the Academy! It really is more of a rare occurrence but Talthorn is always glad to make friends! Even those that are lingering the Afterlife as it were. I am sure he will ask @konietzko-lumenstone in the future if he would mind having tea with her sometime. )) @daily-writing-challenge
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mekandawn · 3 years
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The Charming Amazing Handsome Dashing and Delectable Konietzko
Caythaes purses their lips, tipping their ears back as they raise their chin. “I- I think I’m -I’m starting to see why Jiro bullies you all the time.”
Most admirable quality: “Well, he’s- he’s very pretty, isn’t he?” Caytahes rubs the back of their neck sheepishly and shrugs. “I’ve- I’ve really only had one conversation with him so far, so um. So far, my- my opinion of him is that- he’s certainly charming, and I’m weak to that.”
Most attractive physical feature: “Mmmn, his- his smile is very melt-worthy, I think. It’s the kind where, he turns it on you, and suddenly you’ve- you’ve got no knees to speak of.”
Most annoying habit: Caythaes hums thoughtfully, flicking their ears back and forth as they chew on their lip. “Part- part of me wants to say that- that he’s very full of himself, but, to be fair, I’ve also seen a hint of insecurity beneath it, so that’s probably not being, ah... very fair to him. The- the charm is annoying. You wouldn’t think so, but. I’m- I’ve been trying to make better choices, and. It makes that very difficult.”
Something they would like to do with them: “Mmmm! I- I really need to find a chance to- to work with him on stage things! I did promise, and I do want to! I’m- I want to dedicate more of my time to- to individuals, than I have in the past, but “work” always seems to... interfere. But, I do love mentoring and teaching, so. I’m hoping that’s something I can get to, soo.”
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