[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

C.

[lifeforged]

[ Naturally anytime there are those who aren't of her kin or her kin's chosen wandering within the Sanctum, they have her interest. Instead of watching from a distance in her true form, she's taken on her mortal guise to walk among them.

There's a warm smile given to any who approach her, even if they aren't Redsworn so at least she seems welcoming to any kind of conversation. It's her children that watch everyone carefully who approach this time, ready to jump in if need be. ]

[raggedydoc]

[The Doctor can't help studying his surroundings inside the Ruby Sanctum, so different from the Amber Sanctum he's used to, and eventually, his gaze is drawn to the horned woman who, he suspects, must be the Aspect of her flight, the Lifebinder he's heard mentioned once or twice. He approaches her casually, hands stuck in his pockets, clearing his throat before he speaks.]

Lovely sanctum you've got here.

[lifeforged]

Just as lovely as many parts of Azeroth are.

[ A fair response in turn, but she dips her head in gratitude. Her children deserve to grow up with beauty surrounding them after all the destruction they have seen thus far in their lives. ]

It would be good to show you, to show all of you, but until the demons have been pushed back... [ She frowns, but only briefly. ]

This isn't the time for dwelling on those matters. Have you come to visit with anyone in particular or are you here for the food?

[raggedydoc]

The Amber Sanctum is a bit...sandy. Still nice, of course, but in a different way. [At least the Ruby Sanctum isn't as confusing to his time senses. That much is reassuring.]

Oh, the food, of course! I reckoned there might be more variety here; I'm starting to get sick of bear and berries. [Never mind that there's a lot of said bear and berries to be found here - at least they're being served differently.] Give me a good bit of fish custard any day!

[No Doctor don't.]

[lightningbearer]

*disinclined to socializing though Geddoe certainly is, that doesn't stop him from observing interesting little cues, such as the watchfulness of certain denizens of the sanctum.... and the horned woman mingling with the dragonsworn who somehow doesn't quite give the feeling of being one of them*

This place is yours?

[lifeforged]

It is home for many of my children. [ In other words: yes. ]

As you can witness, it is open to house many others so I cannot just claim it as my own.

[lightningbearer]

*just nods; he has no comment to make on any of that*

I take it all the sanctums are quite different from one another?

[ninjacques]

[It's a little unnerving walking around another flight's Sanctum, yet for all that Jacques is well aware that he's being watched, no anxiety surfaces on his face. Besides, Hawk fidgets enough for both of them, the eagle opting to stay perched nearby if not on the hunter's shoulder whenever possible.

Needless to say, it's a little awkward walking around with a bird that big.

Still, there's no complaint from Jacques, and at least the eagle's calmed a little after being fed.

Jacques himself can't help but wander a bit, although not too far, but it's out of habit that he goes to look around as much as possible. He likes getting to know his surroundings, after all. The red-haired woman draws his attention when he glimpses her just a ways off, however. He pauses, looking at her, and if she catches his eye, he'll nod in greeting.]

[lifeforged]

[ Recognizing that he is a Hunter due to the animal companion he keeps, Alexstrasza doesn't mind that he keeps his distance. Having observed enough of the younger races to know that those kind prefer to keep watch more than actively engage, she takes the initiative herself. Crossing over and closing the distance, she calls out to him as she approaches. ]

Have you come to visit or have you come for food? There is plenty of both to be found here.

[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.

[beholdthedrums]

[What every Dragon Aspect needs is more Time Lords. Except this Time Lord is much more dangerous to have around, but he keeps it all in check, scouting through the sanctum. Learning it--any knowledge may have its future uses, after all.

This sanctum is a radical difference from the Obsidian one. He wonders if the same can be said about the dragons themselves.

So the Master is very likely somewhere he's Not Supposed to be when he sees her, and he smiles a bit lopsidedly. Fake.]

Forgive me, I think I took a wrong turn at one of the trees and ended up further from the party than I intended.

[lifeforged]

[ Everywhere in the Ruby Sanctum is open mostly, but it's when he nears a nest of younger whelps does she approach to step in. Not to slight him, but to keep the children from exploring what they shouldn't. They crawl close to her feet, tripping over their clumsy limbs and getting tangled up in each other. ]

There is nothing to forgive. [ A faint smile, seemingly unaware of the danger before her. Not that she fears as easy as the children nearby, but that's what she's here for. To set their minds at ease and ensure none of their newcomers accidentally end up with one stowing away in their packs. ] You have done no wrong.

If you are lost, I could guide you back.

[beholdthedrums]

[If messing with one of the small dragons had any of the same consequences that he'd find in his sanctum, he wouldn't even dare. So at least there's that. He does file away in his mind where the nest was located, however, even if it might shift location in the future.]

Thank you, that would be lovely, and much appreciated. [He bows his head just a little.]

[theshadowkissed]

[Rose could have gone with her green-tinted mail and the dark green cloak she's still not sure is a good thing to be wearing unless one's trying to look lordly and impressive, or just going full out with the Medieval Times look, but she's far more comfortable in her roughed up jeans, t-shirt and black leather jacket. She did have her hair pulled up into a ponytail so that anyone passing behind her could see her Promise Mark and other Guardian tattoos.

She still ended up staring at Alexstrasza when the red dragon showed up. It was weirdly creepy, all the rings she had, like, everywhere, and COME ON. No one could consider that metal bikini thing to be remotely appropriate. It was like she jumped off the cover of some fantasy novel written by men that have never actually been with a real woman before.

Rose needed to remember to be... respectful. Sorta. Maybe.]

So, you're the Queen D, huh?

[lifeforged]

[ The Dragon Queen. A title she's not sure fits her much these days since compassion is rarely found in war. Try as she might, there were obvious sides and she had shown her own. ]

I was unaware I could still be called such a thing. [ If the staring bothered her in any way, she doesn't show it as she stands tall and proud. ]

Alexstrasza will do and you are-?

[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.

[frecklebutt]

[There wasn't terribly much going on to entertain Ymir beyond food, annoying people, and more food, so when she spots Alexstrasza out of the corner of her eye, she stops and takes notices.

And by takes notice she means staring. Very obviously so, up and down, wondering where the hell she got that outfit. So shameless. So brazen. And totally 120% Ymir approved.

The freckled one decides to be equally brazen, not knowing the consequences fully of what she's about to do, putting on a wide grin and walking up to the lady, fingerguns out, eyebrows a-wagglin' and spouting off the worst possible thing to say.]

Hey babe, if I was as red-hot as you, I'd not wear much other than the chainmail bikini get up either. Because damn if you aren't on fire.

[Dammit, woman.]

I'm still laughing four days later

[lifeforged]

I am on fire?

[ The human's gestures are lost on her as well as her language as Alexstrasza watches her with interest. She's red, supposedly hot and what is a bikini? ]

Does my attire offend you? [ Smooth. ]

always a pleasure

[frecklebutt]

[Ymir blinks a bit. Not only did that not work, it went completely over this woman's head. Her hand rubs the back of her head, looking a tad lost as she wracks her brain for how to deal with this.

Her throat clears.]

No no, your outfit is fine, I'm just saying it'd also look better on my bedroom floor. Do you get my drift, babe?

hi dragonmom

[guerriera]

Ma'am.

[ It's hard not to notice your Flight's leader when she decides to come calling - Alexstrasza is certainly more sociable than Krasus, or so it seemed like, and Carolina finds herself standing to attention, nodding respectfully to the Dragon Queen. ]

roars

[lifeforged]

[ One of the five has to be the social one. It's only to be expected of her instead of the others, so she comes. Krasus is a busy man, tending to the other dragon mages and working to accommodate all of their newcomers whereas she is meant to be grieving.

Some days it's easier to push aside those feelings to take part in something bigger. ]

You are the one who organized this, were you not? It's a thoughtful gesture.

\o/

[guerriera]

[She wondered if the red flight's leader would approach, but hadn't wanted to presume. She nods sharply in answer.]

It was my suggestion, but several others have done their own parts. If any sort of effort is going to be successful against our mutual enemy, then working out how to continue working together is the next step.

[ She's uncertain how successful this first one will be. But she's...not hopeful, exactly. Cautiously optimistic. Though you'd never guess. ]

[persequor]

[ arya takes her cue from nymeria: when the direwolf studies the tall woman, ears pricked forward in interest, her tail held directly away from her, arya follows suit. despite hearing talk of the flights' rulers, she has only seen ysera and only as a dragon. then arya had kept her distance, finding the thought of waking a sleeping dragon stupid in the extreme.

it's a guess that leads her to surmise this might be the red dragonflight's queen. since the woman's ( dragon's? ) eyes are already on her, arya drops into a quick curtsy. ]

Your Grace.

[ though she keeps her head down, she sneaks looks at alexstrasza. ]

[lifeforged]

Rise champion, there is no need for any of that here.

[ While many of the others have approached her with their teeth snarled, ready to antagonize the first person in charge they can find, it's a child that bows respectfully to her. Interesting. The younger races fascinate her and this isn't the first time she'll be soft towards a child. ]

Do you have a name?

[persequor]

[ it's a great crime to lie to a queen, but even queens can prove untrustworthy. ]

Nan, Your Grace. I'm— not really a Champion.

[ it's also rude to correct them, but arya feels she should. she is no one's champion, has done nothing to merit the title. ]