#conquerhqevent

"no...see...no. just no!" holli was real loopy, in one of those rare times it was actually obvious. she had gone harder than ever before, between still drinking away the memory of being sober and dionysus throwing the party of the century, she was partaking in everything he had served. which...was a lot.

Standing before one of the huge guardian statues, Kol lay down his guarland of ice flowers, adding the intricately crafted decoration of pristine flora encased in a never-melting frost of his own making. And it seemed fitting to decorate with his own personal touch. "You know, it's going to be pretty hard to convince me to leave this place." He chuckled, offering an easy smile.

Could anyone really blame her for loving the winter and snow? She was a daughter of Boreas and she took pride in the ichor that ran in her bloodstreams. Besides... She made ice her livelihood. As a figure skater she had spent more time spinning on blades than enjoying the sun. And sometimes that showed.

Granted, there she was, eyes cold and focused as she slid over the frozen surface of the lake, her hair in a tight, high ponytail, and when the moment came she took impulse, her body using the momentum to spin in the air and then glide gracefully, only then noticing she was being watched, smile forming on red coated lips. "Hey. Didn't see you there."

               𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, zachariah really wasn't sure what he would wish for. he thought of different things, but he felt like he had everything he wanted. his family were alive an healthy, he had some great friends, some amazing relationships, he had his bees. if there was one thing that was missing, perhaps it was a thing he never really thought about til now. he was getting older, and love really wasn't some he prioritize in life. perhaps this wish could be a little selfish, since he always thought of others first.

Artwork had never been Hugo's strong suit. Yet, he didn't feel one bit intimidated when joining others for a creative afternoon. Acoma made him feel quite welcome to at least participate and do his part. Working with ceramics seemed more his style. He liked to work with something tactile. The only challenge was his month old handicap, but still he felt inspired to overcome the learning pains.

That was after spending an afternoon meeting Draco and sharing a special moment with Dio. If he could create a figure of Draco that didn't look like a ugly pile of clay, he intended to gift the statue to Dio. Before he knew it, two hours had passed by and he had gathered a variety of tools to carve and shape details of Draco's face, limbs, and hide.

Since his decorating of the statues went so well, Hugo was beckoned by volunteers to assist in the banquet hall's finishing touches. With aid from his cloud mount, Hugo made quick work of adorning the hard to reach corners of the hall, lit a few spare candles, and gave glass panes a good cleaning. Once he landed, the small crew admired their work and invited Hugo to enjoy an early lunch.

Hugo helped himself to the less exciting work; sweeping out the old bedding before filling in with the new. To his surprise, Siren turned away from the group that moved on from the feeding. Seeming to purr, if dragons could purr, with a high pitch vibrating coo. Since Siren had audible abilities, the sound didn't throw off the fighter who set his broom aside.