As it walked through the Vale yawning, a monte dragon stumbled upon a giant mess of chopped, diced, and smashed beanstalks. It bent down to take a taste, mostly to determine if it was still good to eat. It smacked its beak with appeasement and went in for another bite...
THE NIGHT BEFORE
The monte dragon flew high above a crowd of Valers and dragons, diving and swooping between the tall beanstalks of a large treat farm crop. The Valers held buckets over their heads and the dragons watched intently. The monte dragon snapped and chomped at the beanstalks. Chunks flew in the air as sugary juice rained down into the buckets. The magicfolk emptied the buckets in a giant trough for the spectating dragons. A darcowl and an outrider dragon sidled in and lapped up some fresh beanstalk juice. The smiled at each other with dripping jowls.
The monte dragon kept flying and slicing beanstalks until the trough was overflowing. The witches and wizards below tried to signal for it to stop, but the dragon saw what looked like a rowdy good time. Soon, everyone was knee deep in beanstalk chunks.
PRESENT DAY
The monte dragon took a second look at the mess and may have blushed... it would be hard to tell. It pushed all the beanstalk pieces together with its wings and assembled a pile. It picked up a large leaf in its beak and placed it neatly on top. As it walked away, it stopped and turned back for one last bite for the road.
*This dragon must be level 4 or higher to wear of Style
As it walked through the Vale yawning, a monte dragon stumbled upon a giant mess of chopped, diced, and smashed beanstalks. It bent down to take a taste, mostly to determine if it was still good to eat. It smacked its beak with appeasement and went in for another bite...
THE NIGHT BEFORE
The monte dragon flew high above a crowd of Valers and dragons, diving and swooping between the tall beanstalks of a large treat farm crop. The Valers held buckets over their heads and the dragons watched intently. The monte dragon snapped and chomped at the beanstalks. Chunks flew in the air as sugary juice rained down into the buckets. The magicfolk emptied the buckets in a giant trough for the spectating dragons. A darcowl and an outrider dragon sidled in and lapped up some fresh beanstalk juice. The smiled at each other with dripping jowls.
The monte dragon kept flying and slicing beanstalks until the trough was overflowing. The witches and wizards below tried to signal for it to stop, but the dragon saw what looked like a rowdy good time. Soon, everyone was knee deep in beanstalk chunks.
PRESENT DAY
The monte dragon took a second look at the mess and may have blushed... it would be hard to tell. It pushed all the beanstalk pieces together with its wings and assembled a pile. It picked up a large leaf in its beak and placed it neatly on top. As it walked away, it stopped and turned back for one last bite for the road.
*This dragon must be level 4 or higher to wear of Style
8,455 after acquiring three Moon Pedestals, three Sun Pedestals, and a Party Pedestal during Bright Wild Nights.
