[OPEN] The Redsworn Reception

[guerriera]

Who: The Redsworn of Ruby Sanctum + Guests [OPEN TO ALL FLIGHTS]
What: Carolina The Redsworn have invited everyone to dinner! Let's see how well diplomatic relations between the flights can be improved, eh?
Where: The Ruby Sanctum
When: Forward dated to 6th June.
Warnings: Fires, food poisoning cooking for all, shenanigans, possible bad language.
OOC: Come gets some cross-flight CR! c: Some setting options below the cut, or go ahead and make your own.


A: COOKING FIRE SHENANIGANS

Feeling peckish? Have a delivery to make? Or just want to try your own hand at serving up some grub? The Redsworn's usual cooking area has been expanded for the evening, with two extra firepits dug out to cater for additional mouths. Over one fire burns the now "traditional" starter meat of bear flank, something any newly sworn (red or otherwise) will have the pleasure of sampling first. There's also several baskets of berries, fruit and vegetables, while a pot obtained in trade from Silverglen bubbles merrily.

B: FIRESIDE MINGLE

The redsworn of the Ruby Sanctum have claimed a corner of their own beneath one of the larger trees. There's a smaller fire here set for warmth and ambience, and have logs set about for seating for those who don't like perching on rocks or roots, or don't find the comfy grass comfy - park yourself and have a chat!

C: OPEN/MISC.

Choose Your Own Adventure! Just remember: wander alone at your own risk, non-redsworn, for the Red Dragonflight will have their eye on you.

Comments

[ninjacques]

[He can feel Hawk tense as the woman approaches, so Jacques lifts a hand towards the eagle's head, stroking it reassuringly. Then he turns as Alexstrasza closes the distance. There's some thought on that before he replies, because he'd thought the reason would be the same for all the other flightsworn who had come today.]

...visit. But we did have some of the food. ...it was good.

[lifeforged]

Fish custard? [ Come on, it was inevitable she would ask.

Custard is common enough in the younger races as is fish, but combining the two? Strange. ]

You may need to bring that request up with the host. Carolina, it was?

[theshadowkissed]

[Is she at least normal people height or that eight feet tall thing the dragons do in mortal form or Krasus' ten feet :|

Honestly, Rose would hope Alex was used to being stared at because... there was a lot there to stare about. She vaguely wondered if Ysera had a similar look when in mortal form and not asleep. The two dragons are supposedly sisters or the closest things dragons get to that. Broodmate or something.]

Rose Hathaway. Guardian. [pause] I guess you could call me the Greensworn leader of the non-dragon variety.

[wilder]

Ah. [He gives a slight amused look at that]

No? [He glances down at one of the whelps who are practically wagging their tail staring at him, wanting more food.] Well, they're definitely not something you wanna to cross- but they're not so bad.

But what do I know? Which flight are you in, anyway?

[wilder]

[A couple of the whelps look her over, as if measuring how likely it is they'll get food from her]

You mean you didn't come here to enjoy my wonderful presence? Tempest, that hurts!

yeah okay I can't resist

[beholdthedrums]

[Isn't he supposed to be the one with the large appetite? Well, the Master has been sustaining himself in other ways now... so perhaps their roles have switched.]

What, are they not feeding you in your sanctum?

[Didn't you know you needed some proper snark with your meal? The Master comes around from behind the tree, canting his head at the Doctor. He looks extremely better than the last time they met--hell, better than he's been since his botched resurrection--and he's finally ditched his hoodie in favor of a Warlock robe.]

[lightningbearer]

*raises an eyebrow slightly*

If this world survives. Or are those demons no true threat, and all of us summoned here on a whim?

*he's well aware that he's probably treading on thin ice, so to speak, but he sees no reason to mince words for the sake of artificial politeness*

[hyanaimne]

[if Zelos will let her steal food from his plate to feed them? She'll spoil them rotten]

That was a secondary thought, yes.

[lifeforged]

[ Freeing her legs from the tiny claws reaching fro her, it takes her just a little bit longer to turn her back on them. ]

This way, Champion. [ Pausing, to make sure he intends to follow. ]

The sanctums are spacious for good reason. When they were created, your brethren were not in mind unfortunately.

[ninjacques]

[Jacques glances at his feathery companion, the eagle lifting his head to screech a greeting at the Redsworn.]

...Hawk.

[lifeforged]

[ Never know, some may have come to visit their allies from the same world. There seems to be a lot of recognition between those from the other worlds, but she never pries into their personal conversations. Only observes from a distance--something he is likely all too familiar with. ]

Your friend is afraid? [ She can't blame him. Dragons hunt animals for food after all. ]

[lifeforged]

[ Nor does she see reason to tolerate it. Compassion for life only goes so far here. ]

It will survive due to the combined efforts of those who have been brought here.

Or do you not think yourself capable of rising up to the challenge?

[ninjacques]

Nervous. ...being watched everywhere doesn't help.

[lifeforged]

[ She stands tall enough to not look like a child next to her not!consort and that's it. ]

Oh, a leader. [ The tone she uses isn't meant to belittle, but she's impressed. Leave it to her sister's brood and their chosen to militarize it up. Ysera's lieutenants were well known to her. ] Then I am honored to speak with you.

[beholdthedrums]

[He does follow, of course, and steps up alongside her, hands in the pocket of his robe.]

Well, that's understandable. Why would you think the need? Most beings can't see something like this coming.

[wilder]

[he sighs] Gee, thanks.

Well welcome to Ruby Sanctum, we got more than enough food so take what you'd like.

[lifeforged]

There is little privacy to be found in the sanctums. I assure you that I mean no ill will towards you or your companion.

[ Saying it is one thing, proving it is another. ] We are cautious, as are my brothers and sisters.

[hyanaimne]

You do know I am teasing, yes? [sometimes she has to make sure. Her sense of humor isn't all that great, and her jokes or teasing can be even worse]

And thank you for the welcome.

[lightningbearer]

It's not myself I have doubts about.

*there's just the briefest of pauses before he continues*

From what I've heard, it sounds as though not everyone is as inclined to join forces as those here.

[lifeforged]

[ She wonders briefly if Nozdormu could have seen it coming; he likely did, but it isn't as if he could have warned them. Prepared them. ]

Change will come over time as each of the Dragonsworn work hard to accommodate themselves and all else who will come in the future.

[lifeforged]

Then why have they come? [ It's a curt response more out of instinct than any other. ]

All knew what would be asked of them when they came so I cannot see why someone who opposes protecting their world and our own would come.

[wilder]

...Hawk.

[Wow that's...the most uncreative name ever. He does his best not to wince at hearing that loud screech though, and puts on a smile]

Okay, nice to meet ya Hawk. You've known each other long?

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[frecklebutt]

[Ymir has barely any idea who anyone here is or what's going on, but that's not going to stop the siren's song of free food. Anything she didn't have to make, pay for, or replace as good to her, and she just waltzed on in, blending in with the crowd, immediately making her way to the fire pits.

She's picking bits up with her fingers, shoving them in her mouth and eating quick, making exaggerated chewing sounds and slurping her fingers loudly. May as well make the most of it and eat enough for five people for five days, and maybe take some leftovers home in her pockets, right?

Perhaps if you're "lucky" she'll be trying to sneak a bite off your plate, trying to make off with a nibble and a very audible YOINK as she tries to get away. Whether she's successful or not is up to you.

But she'll be over here, chowing down and humming tunes to herself between bites. Did nobody teach this girl any manners?]

[traitre]

[Ah, there it is. He looks away for a moment, seemingly embarrassed, as if anticipating the effect his answer may have.]

That would be the Black flight. And-- that's the difference, I suppose. [A little shrug.] Or at least that's what people like to believe.

[lightningbearer]

*that just gets a shrug; he could name plenty of reasons, certainly, he's well acquainted with human nature, but he doesn't see any point in speculating*

Ask whoever falsely accused members of several flights, including this one, of crimes they didn't commit, maybe.