Night falls early this time of year, but even so, the dragon was very visible that evening. He had loops of some kind of brightly colored lights gripped in his talons, and was zigzagging across the city, draping them over buildings in artful fashions.
The ropes weren't
quite Christmas lights. More like it was the rope itself that was glowing different colors in foot long sections. It looked like something made by someone who had heard of Christmas lights, but had never actually seen them. Even so, it was very festive.
Later on that night large swathes of the city was draped in soothing lights, and Ricasthix himself was sitting in a plaza somewhere, admiring his handiwork. The light ropes might need some adjusting, as they had been airdropped down, and in some places they were drooping over doorways or windows.
"Not bad if I do say so myself. This is a good tradition."
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