The Frostfall morning broke across the snow laden meadow with a muted, golden light. Its amber hue seemed to grace everything it touched with fire, gently stoking life back into the world that had slumbered and frozen during the night. Of particular interest to this effect, was a large rafter of turkeys.
Hundreds of them milled about in the frost dusted meadow, absently pecking at whatever vegetation was salvageable beneath the winter blanket. Their exhales appeared in visible streams that wafted like clouds up past their majestic snoods, while each stride or kick they took with their robust limbs sent trembling motion along their eye-catching caruncles. Toms strut about the throng with breasts puffed up and beards protruding, casting a lusty eye at passing hens, tail feathers flared and shivering like a rattle for added showmanship.
Among the breathtaking flock of turkeys, a single, precious orb of magical purpose was snugly nestled. Its pale, yet hard exterior could not dim the vibrant, pale light that spun inside, as bright as it was warm, as powerful as it was simple. The birds moved about it with a certain, careless grace, occasionally shuffling against it or pecking inquisitively at it. One even attempted to sit on it and brood, but quickly grew too hot and flapped off it to resume its turkey tasks.
Life went on steadily around the turkeys and their magic orb. The morning continued to unfurl, seemingly called out by the rousing music of the constant, high-volume gobbling that drifted from the meadow hold.
This is a Fire/Light Magic drop! Participants have 72 hours to respond to each round. Please include any previous refusals for Fire/Light Magic or any extra rolls you would like to use. Good luck to everyone!
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[DROP] Amarillo by morning [FIRE/LIGHT DROP]
