[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 so, he'll look over at her and give her his most goofy, overdone and terrible looking smile possible]

[persequor]

[ to her credit, she tries, really tries, to regard him coolly. but the corners of her mouth twitch and her eyes are shining and she claps her arms around her middle when she bends over laughing. #preteens ]

[wilder]

[Oh good, that got the desired result. But he'll whine anyway]

What? No good?!

[persequor]

[ in between snickers, she shakes her head. gonna have to try harder. ]

[wilder]

[he's trying his best not to grin from her fit of laughter. No must keep a straight face!!]

Aw, but I tried so hard!

[persequor]

[ she thwaps him on the arm. ]

For true! Do it for true!

[wilder]

[He laughs a little]

No can do, my dear. My real smile's dangerous- it might make you fall head over heels for me!

[persequor]

[ she gives him an "oh you" look. ]

That will never happen!

[ you're not gendry. ]

[wilder]

[Yes sorry even he'd admit defeat to those puberty-inducing muscles]

I dunno, it's happened before! I can never be too careful!

[persequor]

[ her expression doesn't change. ]

You're silly.

[ it does, however, when she looks to the dragons again. she looks like she might die if she could squeeze one of them. ]

I wish there were more babies where I am.

[wilder]

Heh, maybe.

[Or insane, whatever you call it.]

What, are there not many whelps in Green's Sanctum?

[He knows others from that flight, but they didn't really talk in too much detail about it. Hell, getting two sentences out of Jacques is probably a miracle]

[persequor]

[ eyes on the dragons, she shakes her head. her smile fades. ]

Not this many. And the dragons are a little protective. You can't pick a flower in there without three of them threatening you for it.

[ she rubs absently at her wrist. ]

[wilder]

Seriously? Over flowers?

[He makes a "tt" noise with his tongue]

You know, if they're gonna kidnap people and claim it's for the greater good- these guys really have to get over their neuroses.

[persequor]

[ "neuroses" skips merirly over arya's head, but she can guess what he means. she pets her wolf. ]

We found a place to sleep, me and Nymeria, under a deadfall where there aren't any. I don't want them hurting her because she dug something up.

[wilder]

Sounds...cozy.

[Not that sleeping around here is all that much better. Goddess he'd kill for an actual bed]

Well go ahead and play with the whelps here. They don't seem to mind. [Though they'll probably murder you if you harm one just saying]

[persequor]

[ she sticks her tongue out at him again, but arya happily does as he says. don't mind her, she's going to roll around on the ground with the baby!!! dragons!!!! until it's time to leave. ]