[ >Yes<  |  No ]

The video starts within a white stone building, noticable intact compared to the, well, ruins that the light flight's home is known for. This does not last long, as as soon as the video has begun an off screen voice is heard muttering a "yes-!" To themself as the turn the camera to the floor, shaking it a little. The new framing reveals just who's holding the device to clad in Golden robes and has Cloven Hooves.

It seems that Luxris himself is recording this show.

"Alright-! So- I'm not really sure how much I can actually get on film before I have to turn this thingy off," the voice from before continues, presumably Lux. "But, I'm hopeful that I can quell some of you guys curiosity about the Fest, since I've seen a few people asking about it."

As he talks he steps outside the building, and the camera is raised back up do people can see his home of Lanternlea Port. The city is full of similar white buildings, with trims of gold and shining glowing orbs of light that sparkle in the air. The port is noticably shadier than most of the ruins, but with the lights around it would be hard for an outsider to pick up on that fact. Dragons and familiars alike are milling about, trading tablets for items and waving flags and banners around to celebrate the holiday. Off to the side, a few dragons were readying themselves for the holy task of heading off to join the Lightweaver's ranks of Exalts, and already exalted dragons had come back to see the part and to celebrate in there own right.

"More of the real activities happen after dark, so that things like shining lights are more clearly seen but I don't really have time to come out at night- maybe I can ask Spri-"

"Ambassador?" The voice of an older woman cuts his thoughts off, and the camera tilts back down at the floor. "Are you talking to yourself? Are you overheating already? I told you you're simply wearing too many layers for this weather, dear. That's how you get heatstroke. Do you need water?"

The camera pans down as Lux sputters a little, trying to get his grips on the woman’s sudden arrival.

“Soldier! No- No I’m fine. I’m just making a record of the festivities!”

“With this... Item?”

The camera pans back up, showing the source of the woman’s voice. The acolyte eyes the raised device with a cautious glare, before her focus turns back to the faun holding it.

“What exactly... is it?”

“I’m.. not sure? It captures pictures, though! Fascinating, I think. Kind like something from Lightnings work-”

“But this isn’t Lightning’s work, is it? It look’s strange for them.”

“I dunno, honestly.”

The woman shakes her head a little and reaches out, seemingly messing with the man holding the camera’s hair. “You should take a break, Ambassador. You look rather worn. At the rate you’ll tear in two. We can worry with these things in the morn. Why don’t you go take a bath, hmm? Cool off? We can speak later.”

There is a noise that sounds like Luxris is about to disagree, but he stops.

“Yes ma’am.”