and so they tell me that you ain't my friend; (OPEN)

[psychice]

Who: Blacksworn & other inhabitants of Obsidian Sanctum.
What: We're having a luau, losers.
Where: Obsidian Sanctum.
When: July 11.
Warnings: Drinking, probably some nudity considering who all is going to be there, and maybe Apollo???

When it came to schmoozing and boozing, Emma was quite certain that most of her fellow Blacksworn knew how to conduct themselves properly with the right environment. If they were as like-minded as her as she's been made to believe, then it was possible they were just waiting for the opportunity to present itself. Not that the Obsidian Sanctum could host any kind of special occasion with the rough terrain, but conjuring miracles out of nothing wasn't new to this Blacksworn.

As a newcomer who wasn't greeted by her peers when she arrived (rude of them, she thought), Emma informed anyone who crossed paths with her that there was to be a party this evening and they were to attend. While most of the dragonkin didn't seem enthused over the news, she cared little for what the lot of lizards thought and took to making arrangements herself. Not that she would be alone in this venture... hopefully. Bringing it up to the other Blacksworn was her way of telling them to gear up and come with something lest her opinion of them would sour more.

By time evening comes around, an open space of the sanctum has been decorated for a party complete with a bonfire and is that a table that's been formed out of rock? Interesting use of the new abilities bestowed upon her with a touch of her own diamond hands shaping the rest. Resting on the table alongside the food are brightly colored necklaces made of orange blossoms and beads, likely from a trade with one of the villages nearby. Yes, those are leis for anyone who might have actually heard of them prior to Azeroth and is that liquor of some kind? There's probably some other neat stuff around thanks to the other Blacksworn who know how to make a party rock and for the ones that don't, it's time they learned.

{ OOC | This is a free for all bring your own stuff and mingle for the most antisocial sanctum there is. Make your own top levels, do whatever seems reasonable. If you need an excuse to attend, Emma could have dragged your character there. }

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[venombite]

Cynder did not know how to conduct herself properly in this sort of environment, which might be why she's being exceptionally cautious about all of this. Likely assumed to simply be one of the scaly 'lizards' skulking about the Sanctum, she'd nevertheless been grateful to acquire an invite to this party of the strange woman's.

And then she spent the afternoon attempting to figure out what to bring. It was proper when invited somewhere to bring along something, wasn't it? She wasn't sure, and wracking her memory wasn't producing many answers either, so by the time she actually arrives, the little black dragon is not only exceptionally uncertain she's found the right thing for this sort of shindig, she's half-convinced it's precisely the wrong thing to do. What she's brought is simple enough, a woven basket (with a convenient arching handle, good to hold in the teeth) full of fruit she'd ... found ... while scouring the nearby land. It's not particularly elegant but it's something.

It takes her a bit of time to maneuver the thing onto the table with Emma's far more refined offerings without losing fruit off the side. Clearly everything on the table is meant for eating, so cautiously she picks up a lei and slips off to the side to figure out how to eat it without getting string in her throat.

assume this is before she starts fighting with qilby ('8

[irritating]

The fruit in the basket doesn't need to be elegant for Apollo to immediately love it. She's been taking care of the roasting of a boar and some other animals she managed to hunt down out in the forests, but she likes the sweetness of fruit just as well.

So she nabs one (more like a couple) and, while she's eating away at an apple, she notices what she assumes to be one of the dragons that call Azeroth home... trying to eat one of the leis. For a little bit she just stares, curious as to whether or not the dragon actually intends on eating it, and not particularly feeling nice enough to go help her at first. But hey, it's a party (and she's been having a few drinks anyway), so she eventually wanders over.

"I thought dragons ate meat an' stuff, why're you tryin' to eat that thing, huh?" It's not the most helpful thing to say, but she is wearing about ten leis around her neck, so at least that might help Cynder out.

Will do!

[venombite]

Cynder has never seen a lei in her life. But it makes sense to her, there were animals that ate ONLY flowers, maybe these were supposed to be especially tasty, but then why is there string attaching it all? To make them last longer? If she's being watched, it's certain she's aware of it, she just has other matters at paw to deal with.

Like this flowery thing. And pulling off a flower and eating it reveals that no, it's not particularly tasty, which leaves her with the dilemma of knowing it's rude to put a food item you don't like back. What now??

When spoken to, the little black dragon's head snaps up, to regard Apollo with a wide-eyed stare. "Oh. Um." Wait, why was she just wearing them? Was she going to save them for later? "We do, usually. But they're ..." She twitches her wings in a way that somehow conveys a shrug before eyeing the table sidelong. "I've always been told to try a new thing and see if I like it, and they were on the table, so.."

So they had to be food, right?? Right?!

Except Apollo is wearing them. Maybe they're just decorations. Oh Guardians. What if they were? Decorations were NOT for eating.

[irritating]

The entire time Cynder talks, Apollo just stands there staring.

She has no idea what to make of the dragon, what she's saying, or what she's doing. In her world, dragons are all assholes who enjoy things like devouring humans and destroying ships, so to see this little creature chewing on a flower necklace, and hear her talk so - so meekly, Apollo takes a while to process what's happening. Azeroth dragons don't seem to be much different than what she knows either, so...

"Are you from here or what?" Apollo blurts out, regarding her with a quizzical look. "An' no, those ain't for eatin', 'less you like flowers an' shit but you don't look like a herbivore to me." Do dragons even come in herbivore versions? "You're 'spose to wear it."

[venombite]

In Cynder's world, most of them are guardians and protectors, and being anything else is a strange thought... even if she didn't fit the archetype. She knew she was supposed to..

For a time, after she lapses into silence, she just returns Apollo's stare, waiting for whatever might follow. So this didn't work quite the same as she thought, was that really worth being watched like she'd sprouted three heads? --Ah, yes that's the problem. She had black scales, this was a black dragon sanctum, and everyone else here with black scales except for Surion seemed to be incredibly bad tempered.

"Would you prefer I rant about my superiority and threaten to eat you for daring to question me?" She sounds a little sullen when she says that, curling her tail over her feet, the bladed tip tapping the ground. "I could, if it'd make you feel better." But she'd rather not, apparently. That's not exactly an answer though, is it? "I'm not an herbivore. But not everyone here is a carnivore, and these ... things aren't exactly familiar..." That could sound bitter. It only sounded a touch bewildered. WEAR them?

Well. After a moment's wrangling she manages to get it entangled around her horns. Good enough, surely!

[irritating]

Again Cynder is met with silence as Apollo continues to stare, rudely, looking completely bewildered by the downright polite nature of this little dragon.

"What?" Apollo says finally, as though what Cynder has said is only now catching up to her. "No, I--" She pauses again. Is she really talking to a dragon that doesn't want to talk about eating her, or how great dragons are, or whatever else dragons like to talk about? Apparently she is, so she catches herself and continues her thought. "I just thought that's what your kind just did, y'know, instead of sayin' hi you eat someone's arm. But uh, guess it's nice you don't wanna eat me."

Apollo glances at the lei now tangled in her horns, contemplating whether or not she wants to help. What if when she extends her arm, the dragon changes her mind and bites it off after all? Eventually, Apollo decides to risk it. Cautiously reaching out, she manages to get the necklace untangled from one horn, but waits to see what happens before she moves to do another.

[venombite]

The stare is returned. If Apollo can do it, so can Cynder. Maybe Apollo's kind didn't see such staring as rude or a challenge! Maybe it was simply friendly! Therefore, for now, return like for like. Maybe this lady was from somewhere that didn't have dragons, the Blackflight wasn't exactly a good introduction to how proper, normal dragons behaved.

But at the least it seems Apollo isn't unfriendly, so the little black dragon perks up a bit, a little more attentive and a little less wary. "I don't eat anything I can talk to that talks back, it's rude." Not immoral or wrong or anything, just rude. "Dead meat is dead meat, but while it's alive, it's a different matter." Simplistic, easy to understand, and keeps Apollo in the 'don't eat' category.

As Apollo reaches for the lei, Cynder very obviously doesn't go for a bite. She does stop moving though, even breathing until she's certain what's going on, whereupon she relaxes again by small degrees. "Is this something your people usually wear during feasts?" All humans surely belonged to the same people.