A Windy Picnic [Closed] | Roleplay

@Aelfrey

Settling down in their new territory was a chore and required that the whole Clan do a multitude of tasks. Including socialization and creating alliances witht he other clans around them. When he had approached the Jhuleroga Clan happened to be rather like his own in many ways, and Devan was glad their Clan Leader had agreed to an informal setting for their official meeting. Not just between them, but their clans as well.

Devan chuckled as Carolina bustled about with Sinauen's help. thankful that his oldest child and mate were getting along. Carolina fussed as they finished packing for the picnic. Soon they were all traveling, takign to the air with the young too small to fly were carried in slings. Flying to a clearing that laid between their territories. A neutral meeting ground.

"Ah, it seemes we arrived just in time," Carolina said as he motioned for the adults to start unpacking. "Go on and meet with Mesalajel."

"Alright. Try not to work too hard. This is suppose to be fun." Devan said, pausing to kiss his mate's cheek mefore meandering over, staff strapped securely out of the way, claws glowing golden. Marks of a magic user and an alchemist. A mage who healed on the battlefield as well as fought, when their adventures took them dangerous places.

"Mesalajel, yes?" He said as he stopped before the green dragoness. "Devan and the LuckyOwls at your service, m'dear." He then exacted an exagerated bow.

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February 02, 2017 02:56:05

@Aelfrey

Settling down in their new territory was a chore and required that the whole Clan do a multitude of tasks. Including socialization and creating alliances witht he other clans around them. When he had approached the Jhuleroga Clan happened to be rather like his own in many ways, and Devan was glad their Clan Leader had agreed to an informal setting for their official meeting. Not just between them, but their clans as well.

Devan chuckled as Carolina bustled about with Sinauen's help. thankful that his oldest child and mate were getting along. Carolina fussed as they finished packing for the picnic. Soon they were all traveling, takign to the air with the young too small to fly were carried in slings. Flying to a clearing that laid between their territories. A neutral meeting ground.

"Ah, it seemes we arrived just in time," Carolina said as he motioned for the adults to start unpacking. "Go on and meet with Mesalajel."

"Alright. Try not to work too hard. This is suppose to be fun." Devan said, pausing to kiss his mate's cheek mefore meandering over, staff strapped securely out of the way, claws glowing golden. Marks of a magic user and an alchemist. A mage who healed on the battlefield as well as fought, when their adventures took them dangerous places.

"Mesalajel, yes?" He said as he stopped before the green dragoness. "Devan and the LuckyOwls at your service, m'dear." He then exacted an exagerated bow.

@LuckyOwl

Mesalajel still thinks it strange that anyone would consider her a leader of Jhuleroga, despite the fact that she and Sulmovirga were the first to carve the den that has grown into their home. She simply accepted dragon after dragon into their den, and Sulmo dug them rooms to live in--that doesn't really make her a leader, does it?

But everyone else seems to think so, for some reason, so when Devan of the LuckyOwls approached the clan to discuss their borders of their territories (she thinks that's what this was about, right?), it was up to her to sort out what to do about it.

So she proposed a picnic.

Sulmovirga seemed surprised, but others were pleased by Mesalajel's "carefree" decision. So they pitched in to pack up supplies, make intriguing food concoctions, and generally prepare for the picnic, before traveling to the designated meeting grounds.

"Are you sure you don't want me there?" Sulmo asks as they settle down into the clearing.

"You're a good advisor, Sulmo-isen*, but you made me talk to him in the first place, so it's my job now. You can't go taking it back," she points out.

He grumbles, but accepts her words, and she saunters over to a rise in the clearing, where she can watch the LuckyOwls set down from their flight, and where she can be easily seen. Soon, Devan is approaching.

"You smell like family," she says in the traditional tundra greeting--which she learned from Sulmovirga, Mentha, and Mesna, the other Osidroc** in the clan. She's made a bit uncomfortable by the bow, and shakes her head. "No need of formalities, Devan-hoten," she tells him.*** "You and yours are welcome in with the Jhuleroga."

((Note: I will be trying to use phrases and such from Ursegal whenever it seems appropriate, and will provide translations. ^__^ Note 2: "Then walk with me," is the traditional tundra response to "You smell like family." (You don't have to use it, but it's interesting to know!)

*-isen is used to refer to one's significant other.
**Osidroc is an Ursegal word for tundras.
***-hoten is used to refer to a friend or a guest))

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February 02, 2017 10:16:36

@LuckyOwl

Mesalajel still thinks it strange that anyone would consider her a leader of Jhuleroga, despite the fact that she and Sulmovirga were the first to carve the den that has grown into their home. She simply accepted dragon after dragon into their den, and Sulmo dug them rooms to live in--that doesn't really make her a leader, does it?

But everyone else seems to think so, for some reason, so when Devan of the LuckyOwls approached the clan to discuss their borders of their territories (she thinks that's what this was about, right?), it was up to her to sort out what to do about it.

So she proposed a picnic.

Sulmovirga seemed surprised, but others were pleased by Mesalajel's "carefree" decision. So they pitched in to pack up supplies, make intriguing food concoctions, and generally prepare for the picnic, before traveling to the designated meeting grounds.

"Are you sure you don't want me there?" Sulmo asks as they settle down into the clearing.

"You're a good advisor, Sulmo-isen*, but you made me talk to him in the first place, so it's my job now. You can't go taking it back," she points out.

He grumbles, but accepts her words, and she saunters over to a rise in the clearing, where she can watch the LuckyOwls set down from their flight, and where she can be easily seen. Soon, Devan is approaching.

"You smell like family," she says in the traditional tundra greeting--which she learned from Sulmovirga, Mentha, and Mesna, the other Osidroc** in the clan. She's made a bit uncomfortable by the bow, and shakes her head. "No need of formalities, Devan-hoten," she tells him.*** "You and yours are welcome in with the Jhuleroga."

((Note: I will be trying to use phrases and such from Ursegal whenever it seems appropriate, and will provide translations. ^__^ Note 2: "Then walk with me," is the traditional tundra response to "You smell like family." (You don't have to use it, but it's interesting to know!)

*-isen is used to refer to one's significant other.
**Osidroc is an Ursegal word for tundras.
***-hoten is used to refer to a friend or a guest))

Last edited on Feb 02, 2017 11:08:42 by Aelfrey

@Aelfrey

"Then walk with me," Devan said in reply, smiling a bit. There had been a time when Devan hadn't known such things, having not been raised in a proper way. He had, though, learned along the way.

Devan then chuckled and gave a slight shake of his head. "Forgive me, I'm afraid my sense of humor is a bit off, Mesalajel-hoten. But yes. You and yours are also welcome in LuckyOwl." Devan smiled widely, crinkling his deep green eyes, a sign of where he'd been born.

"We are a ragtag group, but we are family and the Jhuleroga are most welcome among us. We are a simple clan of misfits. Though we are not overly strict or traditional." Devan shifted and turned to look over where the two clans were setting up and beginning to mingle. Devan then motioned toward his mate, the blue, gray and red dragoness. "My mate, Carolina, she is the Clan Mother, and with her is my oldest, my son Sinauen from my first mate. My daughter Mabli and my other child who stayed, Aran who is... well, sejuk is young and still figuring out their life. And of course the rest, but if I go on then it will likely take all day." He said with a grin.

[Oh no, it's all terribly interesting. I just book marked a ton of pages on it, so use away.]

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February 02, 2017 17:02:18

@Aelfrey

"Then walk with me," Devan said in reply, smiling a bit. There had been a time when Devan hadn't known such things, having not been raised in a proper way. He had, though, learned along the way.

Devan then chuckled and gave a slight shake of his head. "Forgive me, I'm afraid my sense of humor is a bit off, Mesalajel-hoten. But yes. You and yours are also welcome in LuckyOwl." Devan smiled widely, crinkling his deep green eyes, a sign of where he'd been born.

"We are a ragtag group, but we are family and the Jhuleroga are most welcome among us. We are a simple clan of misfits. Though we are not overly strict or traditional." Devan shifted and turned to look over where the two clans were setting up and beginning to mingle. Devan then motioned toward his mate, the blue, gray and red dragoness. "My mate, Carolina, she is the Clan Mother, and with her is my oldest, my son Sinauen from my first mate. My daughter Mabli and my other child who stayed, Aran who is... well, sejuk is young and still figuring out their life. And of course the rest, but if I go on then it will likely take all day." He said with a grin.

[Oh no, it's all terribly interesting. I just book marked a ton of pages on it, so use away.]

Last edited on Feb 03, 2017 13:23:35 by LuckyOwl

@LuckyOwl

"Jhuleroga is also a clan of outcasts and misfits," she agrees. "Many are survivors of adversity. Selrinset-baide we rescued from a destroyed Arcanite caravan. Now she has grown into a mage. Ruithil-baide I found wandering Reedcliff Ascent, just days old, having been cast out by his mother for his color. His strange ways endear him to us. Even I hatched to an empty lair, and grew up alone until Sulmovirga-soren found me," she recounts. "I learned to hear the whispers of the wind, and the sigh of the plants. They taught me their secrets. The LuckyOwls are welcome to my herbal healing skills if you are ever in need."

She trails off, then, attention arrested by their clans' hatchlings playing together in the tall grasses, practicing the skills they'll need in adulthood. Her headdress hides her smile, but her eyes shine brightly at their antics.

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February 02, 2017 18:18:24

@LuckyOwl

"Jhuleroga is also a clan of outcasts and misfits," she agrees. "Many are survivors of adversity. Selrinset-baide we rescued from a destroyed Arcanite caravan. Now she has grown into a mage. Ruithil-baide I found wandering Reedcliff Ascent, just days old, having been cast out by his mother for his color. His strange ways endear him to us. Even I hatched to an empty lair, and grew up alone until Sulmovirga-soren found me," she recounts. "I learned to hear the whispers of the wind, and the sigh of the plants. They taught me their secrets. The LuckyOwls are welcome to my herbal healing skills if you are ever in need."

She trails off, then, attention arrested by their clans' hatchlings playing together in the tall grasses, practicing the skills they'll need in adulthood. Her headdress hides her smile, but her eyes shine brightly at their antics.

Last edited on Feb 02, 2017 18:20:48 by Aelfrey

@Aelfrey

"That would be a blessing, and perhaps you might enjoy speaking with my daughter, Mabli. She is studying to be our Clan Healer. Which is good. My Clan can only handle the rough mercies of my battle healing for so long." Devan said with a chuckle.

"Really, I have a feeling we will have no issues with our territories sharing a border. it seems at our Hearts our Clans are very similar. Outcasts and misfits fill my ranks as well as my own brood. We hold an adventuring spirit. Among my people are three warriors, each cast from their clans for various reasons due to some ridiculous reason or another. Armone, Abidon and Ashes. Armone is their leader, the Head of our Guard, small though it is. They train our young to fight and defend." As he spoke his eyes followed Mesalajel's toward the young ones, so unafraid of borders and so easily mingling when the older dragons hesitated.

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February 03, 2017 13:49:41

@Aelfrey

"That would be a blessing, and perhaps you might enjoy speaking with my daughter, Mabli. She is studying to be our Clan Healer. Which is good. My Clan can only handle the rough mercies of my battle healing for so long." Devan said with a chuckle.

"Really, I have a feeling we will have no issues with our territories sharing a border. it seems at our Hearts our Clans are very similar. Outcasts and misfits fill my ranks as well as my own brood. We hold an adventuring spirit. Among my people are three warriors, each cast from their clans for various reasons due to some ridiculous reason or another. Armone, Abidon and Ashes. Armone is their leader, the Head of our Guard, small though it is. They train our young to fight and defend." As he spoke his eyes followed Mesalajel's toward the young ones, so unafraid of borders and so easily mingling when the older dragons hesitated.

Last edited on Feb 03, 2017 13:50:01 by LuckyOwl