Choraleaf, inspired by her newfound powers of inspiring growth through song, travelled first to the greenhouse, then to the farm, then to the fields beyond. Euphina followed and played when prompted, and watched as blossoms bloomed before her eyes to the tune. The melody shifted, and then fruit sprouted from the vines - more abundant than could be harvested right away! The green house, and the farm, the orchards and fields all overflowing with produce and in need of extra hands to harvest and to delight in the plethora of plant life. Work to be done, great gains to be gathered and shared with all. With the mangers overflowing with produce, the pigs devouring the feast of peaches, peppers, and parsley, and more plants producing with every panflute parade - a decision was made. A feast was needed to process all this bounty! A council is held - When shall we meet and eat together? (Feel free to come in costume, a much or as little as you can <3 ;) )

So there I was standing on the edge of the eyewall staring straight up into the sky, which seemed endless and clear. Every direction I looked there were violent swirling clouds like none we had ever seen before. There were legends of course...what did the ancestors think when their world was torn apart by fierce wind, waves higher than all the huts in the village combined and the howling roar from above...maddeningly loud for hours and hours...as if the gods were VERY angry... and then silence. Sun. Calm. They dared to peer out from their sacred rocky refuge only to see the same thing I was staring at right now! I had fought the wind and rain, hunched over with my tunic pulled over my head, leaning with all my being into the wall of fury, stinging huge deformed drops of water stinging my skin. My egg...my egg was cradled in my inner pockets, safe and warm as I had been instructed to keep it. But the wind was battering me so badly and I was not able to find the sacred caves that could barely be made out on the bark sketch that had been given to me with the egg. Why now? Why gods of the sky, why now? I hoped and prayed we would both survive. Then...as suddenly as it had started, almost startlingly quiet now. Blue sky, silence, peace above me. But I could see the far side creeping towards me. towards us. Although my egg had not yet hatched, it was alive. I could feel it humming and pulsing at night as I kept it warm and protected in my bed. I dare not trust the wild creatures near my humble home in the wooded flats just south of the mountains. The Dragon Village was a six star sky trek, and I knew my egg needed to get to the village asap so that when it finally hatched it would have access to the fire and water needed for it to thrive. Sustinence that I was not able to provide. But now... We had barely survived this first two days on foot and I was hungry, wet, cold and my egg... The Egg! OH NO, where had it gone? It must have slipped out as the wind battered us and I pulled my tunic tight around us to stay dry and warm!

I was rifling through my desk and I found a small wooden dragon puzzle. I noticed that there were some fun shapes in the pieces - call out three that you see using gifs below!