[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

[wilder]

[And if he had any doubts before, they were definitely cleared now that this was Qilby. He's seen this hypocritical song and dance with nobles far too many times to know when someone's trying to gloat about their own deviousness.]

[Plus there was the hat thing man. The hat]

[But Zelos isn't going to call him out. Not in the middle of a gathering meant for peace. That wouldn't get him anywhere - especially with no hard evidence]

[So he plays along, taking the highroad. He lowers his voice as well- frowning]

Really? That's not good at all. But you're right, you can't trust any flight.

[The whelps, noticing he hasn't fed them in awhile, are starting to get haughty and more daring reaching for his plate. Zelos decides to placate them by grabbing a large, appetizing piece of meat that makes the small dragons practically salivate-- and tossing it, seemingly haphazardly, right between Qilby's feet. Which of course, causes over half a dozen whelps to dart right for it]

- Oh! Sorry man!

[Okay, so maybe not so much the highroad.]

[traitre]

[He yelps and yanks his feet up, and in doing so manages to make himself lose his balance and topple backwards off the edge of the log. Not him at his most dignified. It's reflex more than anything that gets him to throw up a portal in his path so he can fall through and give himself room to land on his feet, rather than landing in a tangle of long limbs and sleeves and hat-- which he adjusts once he's all settled, the hood having fallen askew over his face in all the commotion.

The portal winks out. He flashes another smile, but this time the gesture is a bit more noticeably forced.] That's quite alright. I've taught my share of young initiates -- I know that clumsiness is a difficult habit to break.

[Brushing some stray blades of grass off his clothes, he wisely elects to remain on his feet. At his height, he can't help but look down his nose at Zelos.] That's a little cynical though, isn't it? After all, an entire flight shouldn't be spoiled by one or two poisonous individuals. It makes much more sense to, ah-- cut out the rotten parts.

[wilder]

[He watches Qilby's rather undignified response, doing his best not to betray any sort of amusement on his face. It was totally worth it.]

Heh- yeah. Never could fully get rid of my streak...

[And he'll look up at him, not bothering to get up. He's comfortable, and never really cares all that much about whether or not someone is looking down on him- physically or metaphorically.]

What? You mean like killing the people causing trouble? That's pretty cold thinking, isn't it?

[traitre]

[He turns his attention to his fingernails, as if a little bored by the question.] When you consider that their actions waste our time and resources, with each passing day potentially causing the deaths of thousands of people on thousands of worlds-- perhaps it seems a little less cold.

But you're right, death is no solution. What would you propose we do with them, then? [He arches a brow.] Imprisonment, perhaps? Exile?

[The way he asks makes it sound as if he's taking requests. Innocent conversation if Zelos is ignorant of everything, a mild threat if he knows as much as Qilby suspects he does. They may have successfully overturned some of his efforts at Silverglen, but the implication is that there's still plenty more he can do.]

[wilder]

[Oh, he does pick up on the mild threat. But he doesn't let it get to him, or at least visibly so. He knows this guy is probably dangerous and is targeting him. Even if he doesn't get why.]

Heh, you'd be better off asking the peacekeeper types in my flight that question. Like with politics, I try to stay out of justice-keeping.

[traitre]

Mmm. [A slight tilt of his head.] Neither a diplomat nor an arbiter... So what is it you do here, exactly?

[wilder]

[a slight shrug and stated very lightly]

Truthfully?

Not a whole lot.

[traitre]

[Goddess, what an asshole.

Some short, silent laughter.] Well then, I wouldn't worry overmuch if I were you. Everyone has their use.

[He watches Zelos' face for a long moment.] I'm sure we'll find yours soon enough.

[wilder]

[In return he simply gives a small, cryptic smile. ]

Heh, careful.

Some things in the worlds are not meant to be used.

[traitre]

If I had that attitude, I wouldn't have all that I do today.

[He dips his head in an almost-bow.]

It was a pleasure speaking with you, Kaneis. [So said, knowing full well that the young man wasn't the one that gave him his name.]

[wilder]

[Well. Can't say he didn't warn him. ]

[He blinks, seeming a bit surprised that this guy knows his name. But he decides not to question it]

You too- uh, sorry, I didn't catch your name?

[traitre]

I don't believe either of us ever introduced ourselves.

[That's a bit of a complacent smile he has there. No matter how minor the fact, he always does enjoy knowing something someone else doesn't.] Qilby.

[wilder]

Oh, that's right. I guess I didn't.

[He gives a little shrug and forces a smile. Yep. Just as he thought]

A pleasure speaking with you, Qilby. Enjoy your visit to our Sanctum.

[traitre]

I certainly will, thank you.

[And with that he turns and leaves, smile quickly sliding off his face as soon as it's out of view.

Once he might've called his own actions too arrogant, too risky. But he'd bided away dozens of lifetimes, wasted so many opportunities -- he's not about to do the same thing on a brand new world like this one.]