[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

[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.