[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

[irritating]

He ain't? [ Saying he's not slobbery is cause for concern, apparently, because she's now investigating her dog's mouth just to make sure. ] Give'im a bit to work up a good drool then, I guess.

[ Apollo tilts her head when he looks away, curiously trying to watch his face when he speaks. ] Yeah, an' why not? Too excited 'bout all the food of today?

[chosenfake]

[Luke makes a face.] I'm good, thanks. [He rubs beneath his nose, a self-conscious gesture.]

It's not that... I just have bad dreams a lot.

[He feels like a dumb little kid when he says this.]

[irritating]

[ Apollo's default when dealing with people is to be excitable, nosy, and loud, but Luke's tired, downbeat attitude right now seems to calm her down a little bit too. The nosy part of her has yet to be curbed though, because she is now sitting herself down on the ground beside him and continuing her string of questions. ]

Yeah? 'bout what? [ She doesn't seem to think he's acting like a dumb little kid, at least. ] D'you miss home?

[chosenfake]

[Luke keeps his eyes down. It'd be obvious to just about anyone that he doesn't want to talk about it. Not really.]

I dream about home sometimes, [he says, kind of avoidant.] I dream about another world I was in, too. I'm just so tired of war, you know?

[irritating]

[ Even Apollo picks up on that avoidance, and thinks it must mean he doesn't want to talk about. So naturally, she doesn't bother changing the subject. ]

Me too, actually. Home an' another world that also wanted us to fight some bullshit war for 'em, that is. But they ain't the kinda dreams that keep me up. Areya havin' nightmares? Or areya just homesick? [ Which is probably something he doesn't want to talk about, but she does keep on talking, so he can probably get away without answering it. ] I ain't been married long, an' I don't need 'im with me all the fuckin' time, but I'm startin' to kinda miss 'im. An' his foot rubs, but mostly him.

[chosenfake]

[That's a... sudden change of subject. He almost can't keep up with someone who talks this much.

He's a bit sheltered.]

Him? Oh, you-- have a husband?

[Yes, let's talk about her and not the fact he wakes up screaming every night.]

[irritating]

[ If he spends any amount of time with her in the future, it's very possible he'll start to get used to it because, well, Apollo kind of talks about a whole lot of things at once quite often. ]

I do! His name's Malakai, he's bigger than me but he ain't got any gryp in him, he's all human, he gives me footrubs an' fixes my feathers an' gets me new whores an' shinies, [ She sticks out her left hand to show Luke her wedding ring, and what appears to be two engagement rings. ] Like these, see? An' other ones you ain't gonna see 'less you wanna charm my pants off.

[ Well, someone clearly doesn't mind oversharing. ]

[chosenfake]

New -- [He stops himself short of repeating that word. He's pretty sure he knows what that word is.] Um-- um, no, you can keep your pants on... please. [Aaaand he's blushing now, momentarily forgetting their sad conversation.]

What's a... gryp? I mean, you look human enough to me. Minus the... wings, but I've seen weirder in Exsilium.