Slaying into the void: The Spring festival fashion show

A tall orange haired demi dragon scrambled to write a letter on a small scroll. He had a handsome face and red dragon wings for arms. He also had a red dragon tail with cream spikes down the middle. He wore a loose light purple collared shirt, black dress pants, light make up with a smokey eyeliner, and colourful socks with birds on them. His hand jerked which made a big black stroke on the page. He cursed, crumpled the scroll and tossed it into the trash can which was already filled to the brim with crumpled paper. A goofy looking raven stood on the windowsill in wait for the demi dragon. The room was a study of sorts. It had a bookshelf filled with books that were relatively untouched but well kept. What was noticeable about the study was the rolls of fabric that were scattered throughout the room and drawings that lined the walls. Under the window was a drawing desk that had a space cleared for him to write a letter. 

“Come on Feirin, you have to get this right.” He mumbled to himself.

 

The raven called and Feirin looked up at it.

“What?”

“Ooooaaahhhh”

“I’m trying!”

“Oaah”

 

Feirin sighed and put the quill down. He put his hands in his hands.

“Oh, Rein, what am I going to do?” He lamented to the raven.

“OOAAH”

 

He looked at the raven.

“Are you nuts? Why would I ask Fedryck for help.”

“Ooah…”

“I’m sorry.” He signed. “I got this, thanks for the advice.”

 

Feirin picked up the quill and tried again but his hand strength failed and it dropped out of his head. His head drooped in defeat. 

“Alright, call him.” Feirin said.

 

Rein nodded, and flew out the window. They flew across the street and onto the window on the first floor. The raven pecked softly on the window, alerting the demi dragon inside. Fedryck was a short orange haired demi dragon with the same red dragon arms as his brother. Rein caught him in the middle of cleaning. Fedryck wore an apron, a white handkerchief, and was holding a bundle of feathers that he was using to clean. He was also wearing light grey cotton pants.

“Oh!?” He exclaimed, confused.

 

He opened the window and his face brightened.

“Oh Rein! How are you doing, sweet girl?”

“Oah!” Rein exclaimed happily.

“That’s good! I think I have some almonds in my pocket.”

 

He started digging in his deep pockets.

“Ooaahh.” Rein expressed.

 

Fedryck paused.

“Wait, Feirin needs my help?”

“Ooaaahhhh”

“To write a letter because his one model bailed?”

“Oah.” Rein called sadly.

“I see. I’ll be right over.”

 

Fedryck scrambled to get the apron off and folded it neatly and placed it on the table. He quickly put on shoes, and dashed out the door. He paused outside of the house, and then went back inside. 

“Gotta leave a note.” He mumbled to himself.

 

He grabbed a walnut and cracked it open. He shoved the inside of the walnut into his pocket and blew fire into the air and drew letters into the fire.

“Hey Terri, I’m going out and helping Feirin with a thing, and I’ll be back before dark. I love you!”

 

He muttered an incantation and the words hovered in the walnut shell, and he closed the shell with the words in between. He placed the walnut on the table and swiftly went out the door. Fedryck and Rein went across the desolate street to Feirin’s house. Feirin’s house was elegant yet simple with a little statue of a mushroom outside the door. It had an oak roof and stone walls with a simple door. It had a mat that said,

“Go away <3”

 

Fedryck bounded to the door with Rein following close behind. He rapped on the door, and a voice sounded from inside.

“Come in.” Feirin groaned dramatically.

 

Fedryck opened the door and looked around for his brother. 

“Over here.” mumbled Feirin from the floor.

 

Feirin laid face down right next to the couch on a little rug.

“Oh hey! Rein said that you need help?” Fedryck asked.

“Ugghhhhh, what’s the use? I can’t write a stupid letter. Might as well cancel my show at the Spring Festival.” Feirin complained.

 

Fedryck smiled.

“Don’t be like that! I can help, who are we writing the letter to?” He asked.

“I don’t know, I was going to write to Daxlas but they aren’t really model material…”

 

Fedryck blinked in confusion.

“There isn’t anyone else in the area? You usually have connections.”

 

Feirin rolled over onto his back.

“I wish! It’s hard to find models near such a rural area.”

 

Feirin looked his brother up and down.

“Have you ever thought of becoming a model?”

“Uh no?”

“Could you fill in for Tasina?”

“Um sure?”

 

Feirin bounced right up.

“Alright! Let’s go.”

 

They went outside and spread their wings. Feirin took off first, Fedryck and Rein followed. They flew for a bit and landed on the stage in a park just outside of town. Feirin ran around ordering people where to move stuff and where the other models would be getting ready. Feirin grabbed a gothic Victorian dress off a rack and thrusted it to Fedryck.

“Here you go, now go get dressed.”

 

Fedryck blinked.

“What kind of fashion show has gothic Victorian dresses?”

Feirin’s eyes lit up.

“I call it, ‘Gothic people hate spring’. The models go down the runway, squinting and growling at the sun. Now go!”

 

Feirin pushed Fedryick towards the dressing rooms, and he stumbled towards the one with Tasina on it. Feirin rushed around checking and checking again to see if everything would be ready in a few hours.

 

The sun was high in the sky when everyone gathered around to see the fashion show. Girls in black pants, golden pocket watches, ruffled black dress shirts with dark sunglasses girlbossed down the runway. Boys in long black ruffles and black bonnets struted their way up and down the runway. Enbys in blends of both fashions gowled their way through the show. It seemed to do quite well with the young adults, but not really the elderly or older adults.

 

Fedryck was nervous but seemed confident enough to trick the audience. The blinding sun made his scowl more real than fake. He held his skirt and walked up and down with no issues. When he returned backstage he was relieved and couldn’t wait to go home.