( open! ) but i had to make you

[defenses]

Who: vane (defenses) & you!
What: catch-all for the tail end of the event + general wyver exploration things.
When: all month into the next!
Where: all around wyver.
Warning(s): n/a!

▌FOREST PROMPTS.
THE SWEETER THE BERRY.

[ the journey here had been rather solemn for many. it was palpable that many involved in the evacuation were uncertain and uncomfortable. this sensation lingered in the air amongst those that moved through the lush forestry. if anything, vane was a part of this— unsuspecting and perhaps not entirely willing, especially without knowing the status of a certain dragonslayer. but, regardless he suspected he’d be able to accomplish much more in an element he was far more comfortable with— exploration and discovery. if anything he was infinitely more attuned to it, if just for his various treks in name of the kingdom of feendrache. still, as much as he's accustomed to the concept, it doesn't mean he's 100% okay with the general somber atmosphere.

as much as things go off their course, he was strong believer in looking forward. in alleviating tensions, even if temporary in the face of other imminent issues. if anything, he wasn't very good at sorting through these thoughts and considerations. his time better spent with—

he's now bent over, picking up a few berries. he holds them up, sniffing them before handing them off to his companion. ] How about it? They smell pretty good! [ well, they seemed edible enough? the darker the berry the sweeter the juice?? ]

FLOWER LANGUAGE.

[ maybe you're not hungry and you've somehow entered a passageway to a small clearing with just a few flowers. some may even be familiar. or at least enough where vane plucks one and holds it out, a small smile on his lips. ] I may not look it, but I kinda know a lot about flowers. I'd tell the guys about it all the time. Do you know what this one means? [ they look a little like hydrangeas. at least the summer-like weather would fit for it. ]

▌WEST END PROMPTS.
TO BE LIT OR NOT TO BE LIT.

[ while most have found some reason to have fun or let go, here vane is... somehow roped into helping out in the kitchen of a shelter. they said they were suddenly understaffed, and well, he didn't exactly see the harm in making a bit of coin on the side. not to mention cooking had always been a hobby of his, and considering they've been pretty reliant on hunting, it's nice to sort of step back and take a break from it. maybe you've also been roped into helping on the counter or maybe you're his newest helper, at any rate, he hands you an apron with big a grin. ] Wahaha, I don't know how it's worked out like this, but it should be fun? Do have any experience? If not, you can rely on me! I'll teach you from top to bottom!

[ just, they need to be careful with the ingredients they've managed to gather up. no pressure. ]

TO BE LIT ... PART 2.

[ it seems like everyone in this part of the town was festive for the most part. in a way, the buildings were a little maze-like. not that vane was ever adept at directions (despite his firm and adamant refusal to these facts), but it was sort of ridiculous. how he could come across a line of shops and then by the next passing, he'd enter a clearing full of life. even now, he's probably horridly out of place. while he wanted to get more used to the setting and perhaps find a way to reconvene with his allies (maybe even find information regarding one in particular), it doesn't seem to come easily. especially, when he sticks out like a sore thumb.

everyone here seems to be relatively carefree. perhaps, precisely because so much as a mystery, they found relaxation in what they do know. ... dancing? it's why when he locks eyes with someone, he gives a sheepish smile. especially, as he extends a hand. ] Uh— I'm not really great at formality or anything like that, but ... [ he clears his throat. ] would you care to join me?

▌EAST END PROMPTS.
FUN IN THE MUD?

[ this place seemed a lot more adrenaline fueled. in a sense, sparring and that sort of thing was something he was accustomed to. but, this felt a little different. even more than sport, it seemed like a lifestyle. it's why it was sort of so easy to go with the flow. which is why, there seems to be some sort of mud pit ....


and vane is standing on one side, and it seems like people are meant to wrestle in it? or so vane thinks is the point. he's not entirely certain if the people who came before him simply ended up there by chance, but it's here, he gives a small: ] It looks kinda fun. Reminds me of when I was little... I used to get roughed up all the time, hahaha. [ please say no. i truly don't know what made me write this. ]

▌WILDCARD!

[ hit me up with anything! or if you'd like to plot anything, feel free to reach me by pm or on plurk at cages. ]

Comments

[fractaljesus]

[It's reasonable enough, as assumptions go. zaShunina moves his head in a manner not quite a nod, but not quite a negative shake, either--an incline that could be interpreted as 'both yes and no.']

The stories may differ, yes, but the flora native to this place are a different species than the one you refer to. [He holds up the flower, allowing it to float suspended in the air an inch above his hand. The natives would call it magic, but that isn't quite right.] This is not a hydrangea.

[But Vane's enthusiasm does draw a smile on zaShunina's lips, even if his eyes don't reflect it. Make up their own stories, huh?] What new information would you assign to this flower?

[defenses]

[ while the other individual seems to have an intriguing manner of speech and the way he carried himself ... complex and difficult to follow (at least to a degree), vane finds himself simply going with the flow. he seems to get the gist of everything at the very least. ] Mm......

Mmmmmm.... [ at the "new information" bit, he seems to struggle ....


the sound of his thought carrying out into long strained syllables. before finally&mdashl ] Ah!

What about something to commemorate our new friendship!