This Gown Is On FIRE – Great Auction Teaser #13

CONFIRMED Auction Tease #13 from GM Xayle is about the Fashionistas teaser from a couple weeks ago and she has a gown that is on FIRE. And I might have a little wizard envy suddenly. Maybe.

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Category: World Events, Festivals, and Storylines
Topic: The Great Auction of 5116

Date: 11/25/2016 09:55 PM CST

From: GS4-XAYLE

Subj: Catching Fire

>inven

You are wearing a deep sapphire crushed velvet gown embroidered with wisps of azure flame along the sleeves.

>l my gown

The stiffly boned bodice of this garment is paneled cobalt satin, with azure-threaded wisps of flame curling along the neckline and accented with slivers of dark lapis. Meanwhile, the remainder of the gown is crushed velvet in a deep sapphire hue, shifting from light to dark and back again with the merest touch. Waves of fire in shimmering, pale blue filament course along the pointed sleeves as well as the skirt hem, each curved finger of flame cradling a cabochon of lapis.

>prep 906
Your hands glow with power as you invoke the phrase for Minor Fire…
Your spell is ready.

>cast my gown
You gesture at a deep sapphire crushed velvet gown embroidered with wisps of azure flame along the sleeves.

As the flames break upon the crushed velvet gown, the fire is absorbed into the fabric, each thread subtly backlit by a fiery glow. In a rush that causes the air to distort, azure flames erupt and race to cover the garment in a cloak of living fire as a blazing sapphire velvet gown engulfed in a haze of azure flame is revealed.

>l my gown

Deep blue sapphire velvet is the canvas for a myriad ripples of azure flame that course in overlapping waves along the elegant lines of the gown from neck to hem. The tendrils of fire fitfully trail the neckline, pooling in small eddies amidst the lapis accents, then slowly trickle downward along the bodice to tease the pointed waistline with languid strokes. Inbetwixt the heavy falls of the velvet skirt, rivulets of pale blue flame writhe along the valleys to collect in roiling lagoons along the hem.

Thoughfully, your fingers skip along the bodice of your sapphire velvet gown, giving birth to tiny whorls of azure flame with each touch as your hand comes to rest on your waist. The staccato rhythm of your tapping finger sends those coils of fire down the folds of your skirt.

You stiffly smooth your hands over the bodice of your sapphire velvet gown, the azure flames darkening under your touch, before resting them firmly on your hips. Each irritated tap of your finger against your waist ignites a spark that streaks tendrils of flame long your skirt.

From the shoulders of your sapphire velvet gown, spirals of azure flame twine down your arms to coalesce about your wrists.

Cords of azure flame wind in and out of the fabric of your sapphire velvet gown, licking at the air around you.

~ X., Mocking Who?

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“Xayle is my spirit animal.” ~ Aiska