[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

hi :')

[faultline]

[ riven has immediately sought out the quietest area of the whole event, of course. she can't remember what her initial motivation for attending was, but she definitely regrets it now.

she settles into a spot nearer tempest than she'd like-- there's little to sit on around here that's too appealing to someone used to civilization proper. riven also sighs, dropping her head into her hands, and sits in silence.

at first. she can't bear to be rude forever; they are meant to play nice here, aren't they? it couldn't hurt to at least try and be cordial-- she lifts her head, nodding towards tempest. ]

You seem like you're enjoying yourself. [ it's almost humor. ]

hello <3

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest doesn't even realize Riven is there until she's addressed; apparently she was putting off talking to other so much that she'd drifted off staring off into space, as one does.

She looks a little sheepish; she's being rude too, and while normally she doesn't give a damn, they are supposed to be getting along here. Or something like that.

She quirks something of a wry grin and shrugs a shoulder]

You as well. [she can play the joking game]

[faultline]

[ oh, definitely. what gave it away? riven wrinkles her nose in response, but she's almost smiling. maybe the atmosphere of the red sanctum is rubbing off on her too much. ]

Are you a host, then? Or just easily moved by discussions of teamwork?

[ it's always good to know what you're up against. ]

[hyanaimne]

One could say that I am interested to see where these discussions of teamwork will go. [it's about as honest as she gets; she really would like to see it through, but if it doesn't work, she wouldn't be all that surprised, either.

Maybe a little disappointed too, but she'd never admit to that]

[faultline]

You think they'll go somewhere. [ that's what tempest's statement seems to imply; riven herself has her doubts. even if that somewhere happens to be a terrible place, the thought of the flights trying to compromise with each other long enough for things to crash and burn is a novel idea. ]

I don't... [ hm. ] I wish I could be so optimistic.

[hyanaimne]

I would not call it optimism; this will certainly go somewhere, but I am not going to speculate where.

[she shrugs; she seems amused, that someone would call her optimistic]

[faultline]

That's still expecting more than nothing. [ she waves a hand about to indicate the festivities happening around them. ] There's no motivation to speak, here... I don't even have a reason to be talking to you.

[ and just ignore the fact that she is anyway, please. ]

[hyanaimne]

You certainly don't. [she leans forward a little, arms braced on her knees] But we are talking anyway, yes? It is a start.

So perhaps that is what this is meant to be.

[faultline]

[ no, she frowns. that isn't enough. ]

So... we talk. And then? How is that alone meant to turn to peace?

[hyanaimne]

It is not just that alone . . . that much I know, at least. [she frowns herself; she's never really been involved in peace talks before, let alone something like this]

But I could not say what else is needed. This is . . . a little new to me.

[faultline]

It seems like that's what they expect.

[ 'they,' she says derisively, as though she has any idea who's gone out of their way to organize this. she shifts in her seat, still frowning. ] Which part-- the war or the attempts at ending it?

[hyanaimne]

[that's a good question. She frowns more as she considers her answer]

The latter. I am familiar with war - not this one, of course, but others. I am—was a hired soldier.

[faultline]

[ riven perks up more than she'd like at that response, though her expression certainly doesn't list. ]

A mercenary? I suppose you aren't... dressed like much of a patriot. [ not that she is either, having discarded her remnants for a fuller set of plate, but-- ] Was it just for the money?

[hyanaimne]

[she considers giving her usual non-answer, but . . . the hesitation is obvious on her face, but only for a moment]

No, it was for revenge. And after that, to find someone. [which technically was also for revenge, but she's given up on that, at least]

[faultline]

[ answers that are almost respectable. hmm. ]

There are worse reasons than revenge. [ a beat, and she adds: ] Did you find what you were looking for? [ literally or metaphorically; she'll take either. ]

[hyanaimne]

[her lips quirk, wry and almost self-deprecating, to match her tone]

I got my revenge, if that is what you mean. [she glances down and idly tugs at a thread on the sleeve of her tunic] But I have not found the other person I was looking for. Not yet. It is surprisingly hard to locate someone with a very unique and peculiar sort of magic.

[faultline]

And you won't find them here.

[ obviously. riven feels a little dumb, saying it out loud like that, and goes quiet. she stares into the fire, leaning forward to rest on her knees. eventually, she continues with: ] At least you have found something.

[hyanaimne]

Mm, I did. [she fiddles with the edge of her sleeve for a moment, before she shrugs] War, war, and more war. I suppose it is something.

[she's joking, even if it's a dumb joke]

[faultline]

[ she recognizes it for the joke it is, but maybe her sense of humor is failing of her, what little of it there is. riven snorts, shoulders hunching up and going stiff. ]

I think... I'm beginning to get sick of war. [ she pauses after saying it, as if her own words surprise her. she shifts her chin into a hand, pointedly looking away from tempest; that was a confession too honest for the enemy. ]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest watches her for a moment, almost curious, before she hums her agreement. Her sleeve is suddenly the most fascinating thing she's ever seen]

I can understand that sentiment.

[faultline]

[ at least the awkwardness is mutual. alas, it's also enough to force riven out of her seat, though the rustle and clink of her armor as she rises is nearly silent despite its weight. she pauses there, standing in front of the fire, and steals a glance back towards tempest. ]

My apologies... I never caught your name. [ not that either of them had asked, but nevermind that. ]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest is pretty impressed, that it was someone else fleeing the conversation before her. Usually she was the one to leave, or hide, or both sometimes]

Ah - it's Tempest. And yours?

[faultline]

Riven. [ a beat, and: ] Blacksworn.

[ even if tempest hadn't offered it up herself, and even if her appearance tended to give it away more than not, riven can't help but state it for the record. let there be no secrets here, not in this place of... theoretical mutual cooperation. (doesn't roll off the tongue like she'd hoped.) ]

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest really could care less about the flights themselves, or what rumors may come from them. And she supposed it worked in her favor, if they were all supposed to work together.

So, she holds out a hand to shake] I am of Bluesworn. well met, Riven.

[faultline]

[ ... a hand. riven hesitates, but then accepts it; not everyone in azeroth is the master, probably. ]

Well met. [ and with that, she turns and hurries away, fleeing the gathering altogether. ]