Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170609225054/@comment-28358106-20170621181226

Before Thomas can answer, Tirush leans in and gives him a long kiss on the cheek. He turns red and smiles a little, putting his arm around her. "We had a little talk," he says.

"Tongues were moving, yes," Tirush giggles, her face still pressed against his.

"So...er..." He can't help but break into a grin as she nuzzles him. He continues, answering Forjod and Penelope. "Correct, Forjod, Leontyne is the Queen of Iveria, but she's actually a Griffon. She has domain not just in her province, but she has exclusive rights to all of the skies as well.  She holds control over the flight shipping and travel skyways, the Iverian Forest, and the Iver Mountains.  And as it happens, she's also staggeringly, astoundingly rich.  ...NNGH!" He gives a little yelp as Tirush nibbles his ear.

The Harpies choose that moment to begin their descent in earnest, and they make a show of it. Several dozen begin circling rapidly around the landing, and they sing joyously, releasing colourful silken streamers that they hold, trailing behind them like shimmering rainbows. Several others above begin dropping gold and silver flake confetti, and it swirls into the wake of their flight, creating a glittering whirlwind that playfully whips around the spectators on the ground.

Lucida laughs and claps her hands, attempting to catch some of the confetti. Thomas grins as he continues to look upwards.

"That's definitely Leontyne, all right!"

The Harpies begin landing one by one. First come the Gandharvas, who pull up their sitars and strike up a lilting melody. Thunderbirds dive between them, showering golden and silver sparks that crackle like glittering chrysanthemums. Then, in a whirlwind of this activity, as the Harpies circle closer and closer, a pair of them spin around each other, coming dangerously close to the ground.

The Gandharvas strike a dramatic chord, the Thunderbirds flare, and the the spinning Harpies break off. Standing on the ground, striking a pose, is Leontyne. []

Several watching groups break out into spontaneous, light applause.

"Thank you, thank you, darlings!" She says cheerfully.

Bale rolls his eyes. "Oh, bugger me..."

Leontyne struts forward, her large, muscular frame imposing. A pair of Rocs, Harpies the size of giants, land behind her with heavy thuds, following close by. A Dragon, dressed as a maid and looking somewhat sullen, [] lands behind her as well, and begins to follow.

"Everyone, this is Leontyne, Queen of Iveria," Thomas gestures. Leontyne notices her name being called and heads towards the group.

"Hey, kids! What's the good word?  The Elves got everyone down yet?" She chuckles at her own joke.

"Here we go," Eilion mutters.