[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

[amygdalae]

[It's okay Doctor, Bruce doesn't blame you. He knows they had problems - or at least can guess, anyway. Its not like he's particularly surprised. And besides, they all got out okay. That's the most important thing.

Anyway, Bruce hasn't actually heard a lot of the other flights, so hearing this information is something of a surprise - but its appreciated all the same. Knowing more is always good.

At the question, he shakes his head.]

No. [He casts a glance at the congregation of others then, searching a little.] ...is she there?

[raggedydoc]

Indeed. She's the one with the red hair and horns. [He doesn't mention the fact that she's significantly less clothed than everyone else; dragons probably have different morals than everyone else, and he figures that it goes along with her role as representing, er, fertility and all that.]

She's at least less cryptic than Nozdormu, I'll give her that much.

[...okay, anyone is less cryptic than Nozdormu.]

[amygdalae]

[The day there's somebody even more cryptic than Nozdormu will be a Day indeed. At least Bruce has his reasons for being secretive.]

Ah. Guess I'll keep an eye out later then. [If he returns to the crowd... which may or may not happen. Being surrounded by people has never really ended well for him.]