It's a Party, People! (Open!!!!)

[Sira]

Sira was thrilled.  Everything was going so well, but even if it hadn't been, the fact that Aidara loved her gift was more than enough to make Sira happy.  She was unconcerned with the fact that Addy had nothing for her, her mere prescence was enough gift for Sira.  But she knew Addy needed to give her something, just like Sira felt the need to give something to Addy.  When the endal turned to address the crowd Sira smiled widely, fully enjoying the looks on the faces of the lower castes.  Most didn't hesitate to grab for food, wanting to eat their fill before the endal changed their minds, but one made Sira laugh outright. Taln stood there, jaw dropped, as if he couldn't understand what had just happened.  And Sira couldn't resist the urge to play.  "You there," she shouted, pointing at the dek.  "What are you standing around for!?  You heard the lady.  Go and get yourself a plate, and I expect you to eat every bite.  And when your done, I want you to go and find yourself a nice young lady and tell her she's pretty.  Got it?  Now get to work!"  Though her voice was loud and stern even the least perceptive fool would detect the playfulness behind her words.  Once the dek started moving Sira would turn her attentions elsewhere.  Aidara had chosen to take a break against the wall so Sira surveyed the room instead.  People were still arriving, some who she recognized and others she did not.  When her eyes passed over the Symenestra she had to force herself not to flinch.  She had nothing against the race, per se, but every time she saw one her mind flashed back to that horrible memory in the forest.  Sira and her hunting party had come across a fallen Wind Eagle and wounded endal, taken down by a group of Symenestra.  Though the circumstances were more than extraordinary, and it hadn't been the symenestra's fault, Sira had been forced to take their lives.  It was the first time she had killed a person, and every Symenestra she saw brought that memory back to her. Sira couldn't tell if the woman had noticed her flinch, but if she did Sira didn't want to appear rude either.  Not that it mattered, she was allowed to be rude if she wanted, but this was a party and it wouldn't do to have unhappy people.  Sira made her way over to the food table and picked up a plate before turning back toward the pale-skinned woman.  She was quite beautiful in a strange, exotic type of way.  And so foreign.. Sira didn't know Drusilla had spent most of her life among the Inarta.  Taking a deep breath Sira whispered to herself, "Okay.. you can do this.  Just talk to her.  You gotta get past this some day." Sira walked over and sat down across from the Symenestra.  She was seated at the far edge of the party, but Sira didn't notice.  The kelvic was to fascinated by the strange, beautiful appearance of the creature across from her.  It was so rare to see hair colors other than red in the mountain, and the stark white hair was enchanting.  Sira lifted a piece of fruit, and apple slice, to her lips and took a small bite before setting it down and mustering the courage to talk.  "Hi.. I'm Sira.  You can probably tell by looking at me that I'm the one having the baby."  Sira chuckled, referring to her bulging belly.  "I didn't know we were going to have a.. well, it's just.  I haven't actually met many Symenestra.  Would you like me to have something brought for you to eat?  I know the kitchens have special meals for people who can't eat what we usually do."

[Alstroemeria]

Alstroemeria wasn't much of a public person at all, she was too much of a clumsy person. And for the record she was never this late! She couldn't help but try and look good for the party, despite the fact it was best for her. Socializing wasn't that hard, at least she thought it wasn't. Alstroemeria decided to put on one of her favorite dresses. The blue and white sundress and some sensible white heels. Her mother had gifted her them in summer for luck. But truth was, she just wanted her back in the house because she hated living with her dear father. She kept balance in the house, but she had better things to do than be trapped in that house. She didn't care, all she did care was making her way to the courtyard. She quickly took her wallet and placed it in her purse running out the door. She then had remembered she had forgotten to lock the door. So she ran back, taking the keys, running back outside and then locking the doors. Carefully placing the keys back in her purse she quickly ran off to the courtyard. Her red hair was everywhere, but she didn't care. She needed some time with other people, at least that's what she thought she needed. Why was she so strange? She groaned when she reached the party for a second. God, there is no one I know here. Who the hell will I talk too? She asked herself. She looked around taking a few steps, watching the floor as her feet curved in a semi circle. She finally saw someone, with a smile. She smiled giving a small wave, taking a seat onto one of the tables where she could be alone. She began to look down for second asking herself what to do. Everyone was talking and laughing, and here she was. Alone, with no one to talk too. If only Luke hadn't left her. Wait his locket... It goes perfect with this dress. She thought. Rummaging through her purse, there she found the beautiful locket. She placed it around her neck, fastening it therefore it stayed. She slung her hair over her shoulders again therefore her skin wasn't exactly bare. For a second, she looked into the mirror and swear she saw Luke right behind her. A sign of hope. She turned around to see no one, but herself again. As if she was about to break out into tears she thought for a moment. He was with her always, no matter how far the distance. She loved him, despite the fact they didn't know each other much. It was love at first sight. She sighed, closing her eyes, leaning her head onto the table. Raising her head, she put on a small smile staring around at the others. She had nothing to do! No one to talk too... Wait didn't she just say that? She laughed at herself, she was so strange. But you had to love her either way. Alstroemeria's gaze turned to the mirror again as she looked at herself with his locket on. She was reminded of his short greeting, she missed him so much. She just wished that he was right here, right now. Her heart was literally weeping for him. What am I feeling? Is this what my mother and father call love? Or is this just silly hormonal issue I'm going through? What's wrong with me?! Shut up Alstroemeria. Keep yourself together. Her mind was confused, and the only person that could clear her thoughts was him. Where was he? She swore that he would have been in the area, even she had heard about the party. I wish you could be here right now Luke. She told herself. A small smile came across her face, staring there. As she reflection on herself and him. What they could have been. Yes, the saddest of questions. But she didn't care. She was in love as some liked to say. Shaking her head for a bit, she rose from her position and looked at the food. Saying a small prayer as usual, she looked at one thing in particular. A plain glass for wine, something extraordinary. She touched it for a second forgetting about her horrible flashbacks. Suddenly her pupils went white, as her body froze. No one would have noticed unless they looked in her eyes. She saw the man again, calling to her again. He was here. Somewhere. In Wind Reach and she had to find him. She saw herself in the market and there he was. A large grin on his face as her begged her to come. She wasn't thinking though, she ran after him. And he just kept going further, leading her to the forest. He held her up to a tree and began to choke her. In reality, she began to feel weak as she fell to the ground immediately. He was here, in the courtyard. He had touched this glass. She thought. Finally she had regained her conscious, rising from her position. She dusted her dress quickly, then fixed her hair. She had drawn a crowd of course, again. She was a few specks of blood, her eyes widened for a second. She quickly got a cloth, wiping up the blood and then washing it. Then went to clean her face. She was a strange on yes, but she was cursed with something evil. That haunted everything she touched. That was why she chose not to fall in love because she was afraid of the worst. She ran back to the crowd as they stared at her in awe. "I'm... s-sorry.." She said slowly, trying to swallow her words. She was awfully pale, of course visions wore her out. She hated them so much. One girl had lead her to one of the tables and went to fetch her some water. She smiled when she came back and handed her the glass. Alstroemeria took a small sip, regaining her energy bit by bit. Every sip was like a drop of life. She enjoyed the drink. But then she realized the girl was still staring at her. "Very sorry for the t-t-trouble... I sometimes get haunted, mismatching flashbacks when I touch things someone certain has touched. Very very s-s-s-sorry..." She said again. Her words were stuttering, couldn't someone help her. And of course my curse had to affect me at the best of things.... I hate my life.

[Drusilla]

"Huh?" Drusilla jumped at the sound of a voice pulling her from her daydream. "Oh, sorry. I was thinking about work." She smiled carefully, hiding her fangs. The last thing she wanted to do was scare an expecting woman. "My names Drusilla, we've never formally met but I've seen you around Wind Reach over the years.." She held out her hand for a friendly handshake, but remembering her claws pulled away. "I'm sorry... I have claws, so I doubt you want to shake my hand. But anyway, congrats! Do you know if its a boy or girl? I'd be more than happy to make some clothes or blankets as a gift." Drusilla gave an honest look of happiness. A child was always something to celebrate, even to a Symenestra. "Yeah, I'm the only Symenestra that I know of in Wind Reach. It's probably a good thing you have not met many of us. They're my kin, and I even hate them. That's why I'm here and not with them. I've been her so long sometimes I forget I'm a Symenestra and not Inarta. Then I see someone staring at me." These things didn't phase Drusilla at all anymore. She spoke of them easily. At the mention of special food Drusilla had to decline, "No, I'm fine. I can eat fruits like apples and peaches. I'm fine really. But thank you any way for the offer."

[Risa Moontide]

Risa grinned as she entered the Courtyard, eying the new decorations. The room was festive, food lined the walls, and people were already beginning to fill the room. It was exciting and a little unnerving, but Risa was happy. After all, this was a party! She gave friendly smiles to anyone who passed by her as she made her way into the Courtyard and into the party itself.

Risa hadn't really thought to dress up. She wore a normal skirt, ong and flowing and yellow, her sandals, and a short-sleeved top with the corset strewn up. Just what she normally wore. Her hair was combed and beaded up, knotted together in a strange mix of Svefra braids and a few Inarta-looking knots. But Risa didn't want to think about her appearance, she wanted to see Sira and congratulate her. She'd only gotten to speak with her that once, so long ago, but Risa had seen her around.

Risa had a net of fabric around her arm. The gift she brought, eh fabric cut and designed with purpose. The design was simple: a sling to wrap around the newborn, hold it to its mother. The designs the Inarta used for similar tasks were far different than the ones the Inarta used, and she had a hard time explaining how it was to be made to the tailor she had help her with it. Still, the sling was complete, and Risa moved towards the table with gifts already upon it to drop the fabric off.

As she moved through the crowd she eyed lots of familiar faces, mixed into the crowd of unfamiliar ones. Risa didn't spot Sira from where she had moved to, but kept looking. The wall of food was calling to her, but she wanted to mingle first. Risa drifted through the party.

[Rista]

The collision almost sent the short young woman flying, and it was with difficulty that she managed to balance the tray in her hands and keep the content from spilling. Even so, several of the delicate hour's d'oeuvre tipped over and smeared on the plate, and Rista almost winced as she threw a glance at them. Who was in so much hurry that they didn't even bother to see where they were going? What a waste of food. Her eyes trailed from the ruined treats and over to the other person, her black eyes following a strangely familiar frame up, until her gaze met with a pair of cold, fiercely yellow eyes...

Rista almost squealed as she recognized Sairque and was about to recoil from the hard look on her face, when the woman suddenly transformed. She probably should have been familiar with the changes in the Endal's mood, but even though they had spent a long ten days together in the wild a full season ago, the yasi wasn't so familiar with the person that she knew what to expect. The warm smile still surprised her, and so did the suggestion - or was it an order? it was hard to tell - to dig in on the treats. Wha, why would she, she was supposed to be serving these.. Her mouth worked to open, the tongue wished to form words but it was impossible; before she managed to utter even the slightest of sounds, Sai was long since gone and left Rista standing there flabbergasted and surprised. She was related to the hosts of the party? And why was Rista to join, she was just a mere yasi, why.. But sure, how was she supposed to stand up an offer like that? Slowly the dark-haired girl began to move, awkwardly moving through the crowd while trying not to make herself noticed.

Looking around at the people that arrived to the Courtyard, she was surprised to see more than one familiar face. Aside from Taln and Sai she could see that foreign woman with the strange bird, Risa, and Alstroemeria whom she had talked to briefly before. There were probably even more people on their way or already arrived, but with her short stature, Rista could only see a little bit ahead of herself since people's chests and shoulders generally got in the way. Sometimes it was such a curse to be short... Perhaps she should get herself a pair of heeled shoes, like the ones she saw on many of the women. She'd need a very high heel though, if she were to reach up to look anyone in the eyes.

So.. she apparently did know some of the people here after all. Almost without thinking about it the girl picked up one of the treats from the tray and brought it to her mouth; not until a serenade of tart cream mixed with the saltiness of the fish and the sweet bread exploded on her tongue did she realize what she was doing. A slight blush crept up on her cheeks and almost guiltily the little mongrel looked around, trying to see if someone had noticed her bold move. Chewing slowly, the wonderful taste lingered for a long time and did the trick of bringing a smile to her face; she even dared to nick another one - making sure to take from the messed up pieces, just in case someone would object - and turned around to listen to the woman that called for the attention of the people.

The girl was probably as surprised as the rest of the lower cast members over the generous invitation for -everyone- to join in. It was encouraging and a little terrifying - was she going to have to address Endal's with familiarity now? - but at the very least it made the food taste better on her tongue. The smile still lingering on her lips, the half-breed made sure to take just one more of the treats before she pressed the plate into the hands of an unfamiliar person as she passed, not listening to the half-annoyed protest that followed as she kept going, trying to find the red-gilded hair of her teacher again and join up with her. Licking her fingers slightly, her mood was definitely getting brighter.. Wasn't it amazing what a bit of food could do to improve the mood?

oocJust a brief question.. are we following any kind of posting order at all, or just jump in where we feel like it?

[Sarye]

Sarye turned to watched Taln's face turn to the Wind Eagle and then the voice spoke to her as well. She stood as Taln pulled out her chair and made her way to the beautiful eagle. She took the satchel that Taln handed to her, which she assumed was the lighter of the two, and started for the gift table. Sarye mouthed a small you're welcome to the Eagle as he thanked them for their service. It was an honor to service the very creatures who caught the meals she loved to prepare the most.

Sarye watched Taln looking around the courtyard and smiled. He looked concerned for a yasi that was standing by the food table and by the looks of it she needed the food she was being offered. Sarye did a scan of the room as Aidara made the announcement that everyone was invited to this party. She couldn't help but be very excited; that meant Taln could talk with her without being worried that he would get in trouble.

It was then that Sira playfully yelled at Taln to get a plate and tell a young lady she was pretty. Sarye had to will herself not to blush at the thought that Taln might come over to her and tell her that. She walked over to the food table to get herself a plate full of food as well. She loaded the plate up with whale and lots of fruits knowing that the sugar-protein combo was going to be the best for her on this hot day.

[Taln]

It took a full chime for Sira's words to sink in and he mumbled such a quiet thank you, that it was probably only audible to the Wind Eagle. That was about the only thing he could bring himself to say. Taln kept his eyes on the ground, not wanting to chance looking directly at someone by accident, but his emerald gaze caught and flicked briefly to Sarye. 'Sarye, you're the prettiest girl here.' he thought very, very privately, scared even to admit it to himself. He'd obey the first order, but obeying the second could get him punished at the least and killed at the worst. It just wasn't a risk he could take. The best thing to do was to keep his dumb brute Dek self to himself. In only a few strides he made it to the nearest food table and mounded a plate with cheese and meat and fruit, full to the brim. An odd thought struck him and he wasn't exactly sure why he wanted to, but he followed the impulse. He carefully mounded a second plate with as much meat as it could hold without toppling over. With a quick glance, he saw the amazing Wind Eagle perched so regally among the throng of people, and cautiously headed toward him. The magnificent creature had actually -noticed- him! A drudge! And spoke to him! It was a moment he'd never forget for whatever short time he'd live. After all that, it didn't seem right that the very one who provided the meat they all feasted on should sit back and watch others eat it. Taln sent up a silent prayer that his impudence wouldn't get him killed--but if it did, he could ask for no more noble death. With his head bowed deeply and taking very careful steps, he set down the loaded plate of meat ten paces away from the gorgeous bird. Quickly and nervously he backed away from the offering, still completely awed by the Wind Eagle's presence.

[Sian]

Timestamp: 3rd Fall, 511 AV Location: Home Staring at yourself in a blank mirror was rather horrendous to Sian because she saw herself as a worthless person. She had the looks of her mother, and everything else that came from her. She shook her head for a second, then blinked a few times to make sure that she was alive. Opening her eyes once again, there she was, the same girl she had seen before. She sighed deeply, her lungs exhaling into the air softly. As she looked at her eyes, admiring how beautiful they looked she saw the note on her table. It read: You are formally invited to Addy's and Sira's baby shower. We are expecting a baby to come along the way and we can't possibly wait! Can't wait to see you . -Addy & Sira Sian smiled at the invitation realizing that everyone in Wind Reach was invited to the courtyard. She ran out of her seat, going towards her drawers. She bent down quickly, pulling the antique handle of the last draw. There was a pink, medium-sized box waiting for her arrival. A small grin swept across her face. Her mother gave her this when she was baby and it was passed onto those who had a true heart. It didn't matter who it was, but she thought that this couple deserved it. She quickly picked it up, placing it on the dresser, taking a slip of paper signing her name and a writing a small note. She ran back to her dresser, sitting abruptly onto the hard wood seat. Her eyes widened as she saw the necklace, beautiful as it was it needed the final touch. A pink rose. Her eyes gleamed at the locket, how many memories it kept. Now, it was going to travel to another baby. She laughed at the fun memories she shared with her real father as a young one. Sian eventually placed the pink rose on top of the locket, then closed the box. She smiled for second, then realized she had to go get dressed. Rushing to her top draw, she quickly took out one of her Bryda's, her vinati, and her Katinu. Sian ran into the bathroom quickly, thrashing her clothes on. She smiled for a second as she began to brush her hair, something was missing. She looked at the extra pink rose, an idea had struck her. Put the rose in her hair. She giggled at the idea like a little girl, as she placed it by her left ear. "Perfect." After everything was in place, she took the pink box and was on her way to the Courtyard of the Sky to enjoy the mingling. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Timestamp: 3rd Fall, 511 AV Location: Courtyard of the Sky When Sian had first arrived she saw Addy greeting the guests. She smiled walking towards her as her face lightened up. "Addy! Oh my goodness, I haven't seen you in ages!" She laughed a bit, as she hugged her softly."This is my gift from myself to you and Sira." She smiled, a strong, assuring look on her face. "Hope you like it." How she loved to give people things, just to see the look on their faces. Pure joy. She watched Addy but the gift on the table quickly, as she welcomed her in quickly going back to talking to Drusilla. Sian made her way when she saw Risa, one of her friend's, friend. At least she thought that they were good friends. Alstroemeria told her about her and always Risa Moontide, she had no clue what they were like. Despite the fact, she was willing to make friends. Sian made her way to the table of food, picking up a small plate as she picked up a few a few things here and there. She made her way to the table, as she sat she began picking at her food. Lonely she looked around for anyone she knew, there was Alstroemeria. But she didn't look to well, so she thought that she would say anything. She seemed to be caught in some sort of, dream or something. Sian thought that she shouldn't disturb her thoughts. She laughed at Alstroemeria for a second, turning around to eat her food calmly.

[Eoin]

Cooking : Morning The news of Sira’s baby was well known, rumours spreading like wildfire when her frame finally showed signs. However, despite her pregnant state, the Wind Eagle performed her duties and brought back plentiful meat for the impending baby shower. After the Deks had finished the basic cuts of the whale, some put into storage two days ago, did the chefs finally begin their work in refining the other slabs of meat. Fortunately, the creature was fairly healthy, containing no parasites common to marine predators. Still, Eoin took care in checking over the meats he worked with, the man keen in finding potential pitfalls and in preventing them. After a thorough inspection, he began on the recipe, taking a small kitchen knife to fresh herbs, mixing half a teaspoon of pepper and salt with 10 soup spoons of the herbs, storing the remaining herbs for later use. He then weighed the meat on a clean scale balance in order to adjust the recipe accordingly. The large slab was cut into four slices of approximately equal mass, the thickness measured twice with the width of his pinky. Eoin chose a serrated blade and followed short back and forth motions, quick and without pause in order to prevent tearing. Afterward, the Avora set the slices into the mixture of herbs he had prepared just before, allowing the meat to marinate. Meanwhile, after a thorough cleaning of the hands, Eoin moved on to another recipe. Retrieving a large, round pan and flat brush, he prepared the bottom and sides with a thin coating of butter to prevent the cake from sticking. Desserts were rare in Wind Reach, aside from the sweets stall that the kitchen sometimes ran when chocolate or other similar ingredients were plentiful. Thus, the man took even greater care than usual, his movements slow and eyes scrutinizing. He did the same with medium and small round pans, before sandwiching a piece of card that fully covered each bottom with two, thin pieces of oiled parchment. When satisfied with his work, Eoin mixed a combination of cracker crumbs, sugar and melted butter, careful not to spill to prevent wasting any materials. Upon completion, he scraped the grainy mixture on to the oiled parchment, using his hands to spread and press it in. Leaving the crust aside for the time being, the Avora began to beat cream cheese and sugar for a good few chimes, its smooth consistency an indicator to stop. Then, one at a time, he added an egg and mixed it into the batch. Melting the candy saved from the last market day, he allowed the liquid to cool before adding it to the batter to prevent lumpiness. The whipping cream and vanilla followed once everything else had been mixed in smoothly. Finally, the batter was poured into each pan, the amount adjusted based on the available space. Eoin let a short exhale loose, but didn’t relax quite yet, knowing what followed was a crucial step. After checking that the oven had been warmed for quite some time, most likely the work of the other chef’s baking, he brought the small and medium pan over. He used a tool to push the pans in further, positioning both as close to the center as possible. Leaving them to bake, he returned to the meat he had left marinating with a pan in hand. Taking the same brush, he painted a thin coating of butter to its bottom and sides, taking care to coat where the two met. Bringing the stove to a high heat, Eoin dropped each slice of meat into the pan, quickly frying each side for about a chime. Despite the Avora’s attentive nature, he lacked the speed behind his manoeuvring, leaving a slice more heavily fried than the others. Disappointed but motivated still, he placed the wide slices on a large plate, letting each lean on the other amidst a frame of decorative parsley. Directing a Yasi over, he asked the girl to bring the dish out, leaving not a moment’s rest before returning to his work. When an hour and a half passed, he checked on the two pans, deciding to let the two sit for another half hour after testing the cakes with a slight shake to make sure there was no soupy movement in the center. Only after did he bake the largest pan. When everything had been completed, he let it all cool. Placing the largest pan into a hot water bath, Eoin used a spatula to gently eased the cake out. Taking a breath for confidence, the Avora quickly inverted the piece onto a plate. He did the same for the other sizes, before using a decorating the edges with a chocolate design that resembled braiding and swirls on the visible tops of each layer. Chef Davoid took a brief look afterward, fixing a few of the decorations with a quick stroke of a clean finger, before allowing Eoin to carry the cheesecake out into the courtyard. With the cake in hand, the man made his way toward the baby shower. The few Inartas that weren’t already at the party stared curiously at the large dessert, with the lower castes especially piercing with the intensity of their eyes as Eoin passed. Steady steps lead him to the open area, already beginning to crowd with low and high castes alike. Ignoring all else, the Avora took priority in delivering the cake safely, navigating carefully through the people to reach the long stretch of table already packed with appetizers. Gently, he set the cheesecake down, not taking a moment to look around before walking in the direction from where he came. He couldn’t leave the other chefs hanging, having missed Aidara’s proclamation for everyone to enjoy themselves, the man was quite ready to return to work. He had already placed his gift amongst the growing pile of presents earlier, knowing how busy the kitchens would be and already was when he had done so. Its contents remained hidden within the small, yellow silk bag tied off with an exact bow. The colour of the fabric was unisex, and of fine quality, allowing the couple to reuse the bag for storing pinions or other small objects. oocThanks for the opener Jules and sorry about the lateness of my post. Time passes by fast these days…

[Sairque]

Ah, there she was! Addy’s voice rang out over the crowd, and in her true nature, it brought fair tidings to all. She wanted to be celebrated by everyone, not just those of high caste. Destination pin-pointed, the self satisfied woman, her gift was pretty petching awesome after all, set out to wind through the throng of mostly larger Inarta. The young Svefra she’d spent a few days out in the Unforgiving with looked slightly lost, but Sai had things to attend to before mingling with the attendees. A few jostles later, Addy came into view, and expectedly, her soft green eyes were already fixated on her younger sister. Thank you, mental homing beacon. Undoubtedly, Addy knew exactly how happy and proud of her she was, and so the words died on her lips. The Flightleader couldn’t keep the flare of loving pride from widening her grin as she crossed the short distance to gather the healer in her arms. After a tight squeeze, in which the older twin was spun around once before being set down, she would find herself down an entire pear. Where it went…well, Sai knew. But there was no evidence, no juice dribbling down her chin, meat caught in her teeth, nor even a remainder stem or seeds. But it was certainly gone. In the background, Sira ordered a Dek around imperiously, and a weak thing collapsed, but Sai only turned away from her beloved sister when a feeling of confused pleasure sank through her connection with Catabasis. Wrapping an arm within Aidara’s, Sai took a seat and directed her attention toward the huge black shadow of her Eagle. A hulking man, Dek from his dress and mannerism, set a plate of meat on the Courtyard floor before the guardian. The phlegmatic bird was quite stumped. His wickedly curved beak was adept enough to pick up the slight offerings, but the whole notion of eating in front of the assembly seemed odd. A sharp eye fixated on the Dek, the Eagle readjusted his hold on the perch. In the spirit of the celebration, as well as appreciation for the timely service this particular Inarta had, kept him from dryly informing the man that the food was for the humans, and he’d better take advantage of it being what he was. Thank you, but I cannot take from the mouths of my people in this celebration. There are many to feed, many hungry ones that should enjoy as much meat as available. Like yourself. Though Sai didn’t know what transpired between the two, she sensed the audience would be a short one. Catabasis do so hate feeling awkward. Smiling, she turned back to her sister and caught sight of the little Chaktawe mongrel heading toward them. Sai pointed her out with a slight incline of her head. “Have you met Rista yet, Addy?” the somewhat relaxed hunter asked quietly. “She’s a mix between Kovac and Sira: surly but more inclined to fists, and desperately fixated on being accepted as one of us. Don’t be too nice, she doesn’t know how to handle kindness,” Sairque suggested based on her experience the two of them had had out in the Unforgiving, and knowing Aidara’s penchant for excessive affection. Only mixed together did the two sisters seem to have a normal amount of friendliness. Catching the indulgent look the healer tossed her way, apparently having picked up through their bond the intense interest that Sai rarely showed in anyone, not to mention the fact that she never ever gave such an introduction, the rider rolled her eyes and gave the yasi an encouraging wave forward to join them. “Rista, meet my sister Aidara. Sira, the expectant, is her bonded Eagle. Addy, Rista; she’s still awaiting an apprenticeship,” the Flightleader informed the healer, a flare of anxiety bursting at that last bit though not displayed on the fine features of her sun-chapped face. What did make it there, however, was complete and utter, soul scorching desire as a tall, dignified chef brought out the most delectable dessert she had ever laid eyes on. Introductions forgotten, party forgotten, the stern woman snapped a finger at the yasi and pointed. “Come with me, now,” she commanded, striding off with a sense of purpose that should only be interrupted by death…or other, more better food. “Addy, do you want some? Don’t move, I’ll be right back!” she first called over a shoulder, movement toward the goal not even taking a pause, and then answered herself. Aidara did have a love of food on par with herself. And there was only one of these exquisite creations!

OOCSo…A lot happens in the post…but you said ACTION and…well…there are a lot of people in this thread so I didn’t want to monopolize it with the three posts this should have been split into.