The Second Rave

The Rave did not kick off with a flight. Not in the traditional sense at least. As curious dragons arrived for the party of a lifetime, Psychotrance introduced them to their coordinators, showed them to the park where they would be staying for the week, then informed them that they and Zayl would not be flying for the amusement of the masses. The other dragons were welcome to do as they pleased as well. There would, of course, be parties. Lots of them, in fact. Psychotrance had a whole week of celebration planned leading up to the official announcement of their vows. This pleased a number of the new arrivals. Many of which eagerly offered to help out with music, lights, and… “edibles.”

The Barokians quickly became enamoured with their new visitors. Fan clubs assembled and message boards went up overnight. Especially for some of the showier arrivals. Spelter, Liralei, and Cyprium wasted no time in establishing themselves on local social media platforms and coming up with cute nicknames for their followers. Zel waddled onto the scene and immediately into a lucrative deal with some local dispensaries. Chakoka and Nightcore became instant celebrities due to their party and musical prowess. Sunamus even joined them for a few songs, creating an instant “boy band” sensation that set the internet ablaze.

Though Vesperum also raised a stir with his arrival, it was his bond that received an alarming amount of attention. His soft crooning and handsome features spawned a near instant horde of rabid female followers. Including two particularly keen liron women who could be found stalking his every step throughout the week.

Then there was the devious Ivoniass, who appeared and disappeared in short order. Rumours and sightings abounded. All of which Ivoniass encourage for their own amusement.

When it came time to “do the deed”, as it were, Barokian journalists came out in force to document the results. There were numerous interview requests, particularly of Psychotrance and their beau, Zayl. Despite the hydragon’s star-studded status among the locals and penchant for gossiping about everything under the sun, they were surprisingly tight-lipped about their time spent away with Zayl. They valued their privacy, they told the reporters and influencers. But yes, there would definitely be eggs on the way.

Other dragons were less secretive about their affairs. Liralei, Cyprium, and Spelter engaged in an outright fireworks display one evening, culminating in the two dragonesses bickering over who got to keep Cyprium as their personal supplicant.

Meanwhile, Chakoka, Nightcore, Sunamus, and Rasrassa arranged for some ground based entertainment during the lightshow. Rasrassa provided some fireworks of her own while the boy band performed. The show ended with her and Nightcore sneaking off to a private area while Chakoka offered a solo performance for Glittermoon.

The following day, no one could say where exactly Sunamus had gotten off to after the show, but Big Momma seemed quite pleased to have him shadowing her every step.

Thirath and Rizoath put on a proper flight performance for their onlookers. They were joined by Danrothlyeunth, Eyto, and Yeer’slee’lelth, all of which appeared to be absolutely enthralled by each other’s glittery, shiny aerial dances.

The Barokians came out to cheer the flyers in force, bringing merchandise and recording devices and a level of fervour that would’ve given the Naughty Frenzy a respectable challenge.

When all was said and done, Thirath and Rizoath flew off to enjoy some quiet time, while Eyto engaged with Yeer’slee’lelth and Danrothlyeunth in a dazzling display that threw rainbows across the spectators below. The catchphrase “blinded by the ‘bow” quickly spread across video apps.

The following day, Vesperum was seen with Katzeth and Kedith fawning over him, while Icemist and Mehelryyth enjoyed a stroll around the small pond in the center of the park. The same pond wherein a few onlookers swore they saw something rainbow moving beneath the surface the night before.

It wasn’t until Marquee, out for a quick swim, vanished beneath the water that anyone truly believed something had slipped into the murky depths of their pond. The yellow and black dragon emerged a short while later though, sputtering and laughing as a rainbow-hued xenomorph slunk up alongside him.

Headlines raved about the explosive fight between Glittermoon and Tosih a little while later. The two had initially appeared to get along quite well, but at some point, egos swelled and neither seemed willing to back down. Even the internet was divided in terms of who was in the right. Or what the argument was about in the first place. One thing became certain though, there was money to be made in “Team Glitter” and “Team Tosih” shirts.

It was late in the evening when a new arrival made his appearance, and immediately made waves. Aurora arrived in official capacity, and then hung around for an unofficial jaunt with Panaella. The two were striking opposites in terms of temperament, but one thing they agreed on was that this was just for fun.

By the third day, vendors had set up food stalls in the park and opportunistic crafters were selling souvenirs of all sorts. Many people had shirts or hats proclaiming their favourite dragon. More than a few carried go-bags featuring Zel and her products. And everything, absolutely everything, glowed in the dark.

Speaking of the mushroom dragon, she had her own entertaining evenings in between business ventures. First she tracked down Nightcore for a psychedelic dance party. Then she found her on again off again partner, Ivoniass, and partook in yet another hit of that toxic love.

Glitzer spent many an hour trying to woo Rizoath. He strung up lights and built flashy displays and festooned himself with enough glow sticks to land a plane. His efforts paid off when the glowing dragoness took note of a display of lights painstakingly arranged around the trees and set to music. They danced beneath the radiance, then snuck off for some privacy.

The evening of the fourth day, Chakoka returned to the stage for a music battle with Nightcore. Though their styles of music varied wildly, they matched beat and tune and put on a performance, all for the benefit of Wire’nye. In the end, the black and white dragoness couldn't pick between her suitors, and opted to have some fun with both of them.

Seeing her partner enjoy the limelight so much, Rasrassa opted for a show of her own, attracting the attention of Nymrien. Meanwhile, Spelter grew tired of the tiff with Liralei and found herself a new subject in the form of Keshet’deryn, who was more than happy to worship the ground she walked on.

All the while, through every day and every interaction, a violently-coloured duck-dragon made himself known. He was Hakken, and he was here to spread love, joy, and chaos everywhere he went. No one knew where he came from or what world he called home, but they all came to the conclusion that he knew how to party.

On the fifth day of celebration, Psychotrance announced their upcoming nuptials with Zayl, and that everyone was invited. They intended to hold the event right here on Barok, and of course there would be another party! The celebration that night lasted well into the early hours of the morning, with many of the dragons enjoying a final romp before dawn stole the darkness from the sky.

The following day, while everyone suffered through hangovers of various sorts, some of the Rave participants slouched off home to their own worlds. Those carrying eggs remained, and were quite happy to be shown an arena turned nesting grounds that had been prepared for them. The Barokians were thrilled to be part of this once in a lifetime experience and promised round the clock meal service, medical care, and entertainment.

When it came time to lay the eggs, each egg-carrying dragon found their own nook on the sands and got to work. Most had clutches of two or three, and sometimes up to five eggs. Yet all were astonished to see Psychotrance produce dozens upon dozens of small, perfectly spherical eggs. The Barokians took to calling them Rave roe.

The only one who came even remotely close to matching Psycotrance’s numbers was the odd duck, Hakken. Over in his bumpy nest of sand lay thirteen eggs as riotously coloured as their progenitor. In fact, every clutch had one such egg. Save Psycotrance’s.

And then there were two. Hakken announced he didn’t “do” the whole motherhood thing, but he’d come back for the hatching party. There were a few grumbles, but the steady stream of snacks and big screen TVs rolled out by the Barokians soon put to rest any complaints. Then it was just a matter of time…

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