Andlátkyn; Vandr Sanses unin Alagaësia

The Celebration Begins

((The poll is in, I've decided to indeed post twice in one day! Enjoy! >:))

It was the night of the Agaetí Blödhren, stars gleaming with otherworldly light beyond the treetops as the Wyrdaí Islingrya gathered behind a tremendous number of elves, the lights hung about reflecting off their shining hair amid the silence.

Here the Twins could be seen in their full beauty, lights flashing through silver shadows. Life stood beside Dream, shooting Nightmare a legendary stinkeye, of which he ignored. Reaper hovered inches above the ground, an arm wrapped around Geno as he'd come to witness the celebration, having managed to drag Error along, who was not fond of social events such as this.

Blue was bouncing a little as he amped up for the coming excitement, GB sitting down beside him and crooning as Draco draped a boney wing over him, Saphira observing the gathering with as much regality as she could muster. Horror and Dust were chatting with Killer and Eragon, the broken skeleton looking eager to reveal something, phalanges bouncing off his leg as he waited impatiently. Cross was standing at attention, but grinning as Spacey fawned over how cool and soldiery he was, caving in and explaining how he was part of the Royal Guard in his AU, and Nightmare's greatest assassin.
Seraphim was awkwardly conversing with Beast as the Flowey had perched on Bird's skull, the other tolerating him as he happily addressed Seraphim's human Souls, his own apparently awake and joining in the conversation as well as he practically vibrated in ecstasy. Orik just initiated small talk with Bird as the other had to remain mindful of the monster on top of him.

Orik didn't talk long, as Arya soon approached with a familiar elf in tow- Rhunön. The old she-elf greeted the Apple Twins, gods of Life, Death, Destruction and Riders respectfully, but then took notice of Orik and spoke in his home tongue, to which he responded excitedly.

They waited expectantly through the long night, quiet murmurs as elves and the team spoke in low tones. Islanzadí was perched upon a gnarled lump of a root with Oromis and Maud the werecat around her, Glaedr seated in a bowl formed by two more roots as everyone awaited the beginning of the Blood-Oath Celebration.

And then, the time struck midnight, whereupon Islanzadí pointed her arm towards the dark new moon, skin glowing in the lamplight as it condensed out of the many lanterns and gathered in her open hand. She proceeded to stride down the length of the root towards the enormous tree itself, reaching out to set it into a hollow of the wood, and it beat with a rhythm not unlike a Soul.

Everything was loudly quiet, before Eragon asked a question. "Is it begun?"
To which Arya answered, "It is begun!" Her laugh sent both Twins' Souls aflutter. "And it will end when the werelight expends itself."
Thus she danced away, vanishing into the crowd as they split into divisions, bringing out tables and meals of fantastical nature, voices rising as hundreds sang, melodies weaving together in a single throbbing tune that lured the skeletons in to hum along, their voices echoing as their cores rang out, joined by the dragons as creatures of magic put forth their own harmony.

Nightmare found himself laughing, tendrils encircling himself and Dream as they swung round and round, vines joining the dance as both halves shone or sparkled in their polar opposites of beauty, Souls alive, thrumming in the flow of magic around and inside them.

GB had perched on the Menoa, humming to the tunes as elves chatted with him, rejoicing as he spoke of his and his mate's children, alive with radiant joy and happiness as they took solace in a return of dragons, however different they may be.

Draco was found lifting his gutteral, baritone voice up to sing along with the choir of elves, laughter echoing as he did so, swaying side to side as his eyelights grew fuzzy.