warforged | [OPEN] The Redsworn Reception

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You speak for your entire flight, then?

I do.

[It's the first real lie he's told the entire conversation, and he doesn't even bat an eye. Perhaps he doesn't quite yet speak for his flight officially, but saying "yes" sounds a lot better than "not really, but I think I'm the most qualified person for it if I do say so myself."

Besides. If he keeps doing what he's doing, surely that's what will happen. An arched brow.] After all -- we don't have any renegades running around loose.

[Second lie.]

*Geddoe has no way of knowing either way, so he's not questioning it... just making mental note of it should an opportunity to follow up on it later arise*

I don't like that kind of responsibility.

*which is, believe it or not, an entirely genuine sentiment*

But I'll think about it.

*...well, he'll think about all of this conversation, but that's beside the point*

Not everyone is fit to lead. [And doesn't he know it? He sounds utterly unsurprised (and maybe a little satisfied) as if he'd ultimately expected that reaction.

His smile is perhaps a bit too understanding, to compensate.] But yes-- something to consider. Something for your entire flight to consider now, I suppose.

You may find me in Silverglen most days when you -- or someone else -- is ready to talk about this further.

*gives no response to that first part*

Right.

*aaand he turns to go since clearly this conversation is over... then suddenly pauses as though he's just remembered or thought of something and turns back*

If I need to contact you and can't find you, how would I recognize someone from your flight to pass on a message?

Would you have me ask them to wear nametags? [He laughs and shrugs his shoulders. He's sincerely at a loss -- it's not as if anyone can tell another Dragonsworn's flight at a glance. More importantly, he'd be stupid to trust any of his flightmates with handling information meant for his ears; if he can help it, he'd rather not rely on them at all.]

Use the scrying orbs instead. One of them will see.

*shrugs; obviously there's a way the elves can tell who's from what flight beyond a dragonsworn's word... but no, Geddoe doesn't want to push things, so he won't be quite that visibly clever*

Didn't know if you had some kind of secret sign or something.

*he just nods to the last part, though*

[And he smiles at that.] We should all try to keep secret anythings at a minimum.

I do hope to hear again from you soon.

*just nods at that*

[OPEN] The Redsworn Reception

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ugh crazy week, sorry i'm late ;;

pffft it's okay!