[The Seven] Cave Rave - Printable Version

’So far so good,’ Temperance thought, staring at all that had been done to prepare this little section of the ruins for the party. A cave rave, if you will.

Strings of lights were hung over the streets, which were swept clean with debris tucked out of view and all recovered plates and dishes being used to hold the food that had been gathered. Whole kooru for any carnivores to feast on (because deer would have been weird, seeing as Temperance themself was half deer and their father was one too), plates stacked high with ripe, fresh fruit and vegetables, and even roots like potatoes and yams were present, everything washed and prepared for feasting.

It was magical as they walked down one of the lanes used for the party, flowers strung up across doorways and braided through the lights to create aromatic décor, even some painted rocks lining the paths meant for those who would attend to wander down. Crystals were strung up too like wind chimes, creating a soft tinkling sound to accompany any conversations that would occur.

There was food, there was drink, and there was decoration. Really, all they needed was a bit of music and it would be perfect, but for Temperance's own sanity they would ignore that part. They didn't have hands to play instruments with anyway.

"Now we just need people," they said, breathing out slowly, hoping that their invitations had reached those intended to receive them.

The Bonebound, Children of Rot, the Elenyas, even the thunder of dragons now occupying Leo and the like. And of course, any lone gembound encountered along the way. If all went well, this celebration would go swimmingly. What were they even celebrating? Why, the Seven, of course! And what they represented. The future of the caves, the protection of the weak and defiance of the violent and the well-being of all who sought it. Maybe they'd attract new members, too!

Welcome all gembound from every corner of the caves! Big or small, all are welcomed here to this celebration! For all the misery and angst that has occurred in the caves, Temperance seeks to create a safe space, a place where gembounds can find solace in Orion, where happiness and excitement flourishes.

Food is provided and expect most diets to be catered for. Party-goers can contribute to the party in any way they wish! They can bring gifts, food, music, anything that will contribute to a fun time! Dancing, chatting, and games are encouraged.

Gembounds can possibly join the Seven through this gathering, and all are expected to be polite and respectful.

In the wake of the Deathmatches, violence and disruptions are completely prohibited and will result in the character being kicked out from the party by whatever means necessary. If anyone causes a fuss or a ruckus, expect a polite request to leave. If anyone doesn't comply to this request and continues to be chaotic, expect a pair of very sharp antlers to encourage your departure. Politely.

Mothered characters can attend but will most likely be forced out if discovered.

Temperance was staring over the party--or well, what would hopefully become one. They had, Pride thought, done a good job in setting it up. He hoped it would give them some of the confidence they needed, among other things. Contacts, for example--friends.

It hadn't been fair, raising two children away from any others, particularly when Ember was so reclusive; Temperance was higher-strung and had needed more than Pride could give in that regard. It was good that Mercy had brought his own children into the fold. An Orion bustling with children and life was a good place to be. Any place would be, full of children and their laughter, he reflected. But maybe now Temperance--and the other children--could meet other strangers from throughout the caves! They could learn from others, make new friends, and form bonds that would last a lifetime.

Or, at least, enjoy food and company for a time.

"You did well, arranging this. It looks beautiful," Pride observed, stepping up alongside Temperance. His gentle gaze swept to his side, glancing over the elegance Temperance had gradually inherited, and the beauty of the black rosettes on an ebony coat. He had grown from child into adult, at some point in the blink of an eye: the passage of only a few cycles had elevated a clumsy cub (who required rescue from ledges) to a pristine adult who held the echo of a dead, old friend. It was always so strange, for children to grow so quickly.

Pride nodded outward. He focused, for a moment, and then sent silver-white lights streaming into the air--sweeping back and forth like spotlights, with occasional sparkles of silver and gold. Hopefully, it would signify an invitation to all who saw them.

"I am sure your siblings will come soon. Who painted the stones, and who hung the crystals?" he asked, gently curious; it looked... professional, almost. Like this place were lived in, and loved--which was, he supposed, true enough these days. He himself had mostly brought food; some of the meat had been his catches, and he had sent word around for everyone he could think of, to invite them to this place. If he were lucky, the entirety of the Seven and at least James's family would come. Pride only hoped that it'd be enough for Temperance to be proud of: that the child--now adult!--would be able to look back on this day with joyful memories, and the sense of a job well done.

James trotted along, looking pretty with flowers braided into his mane and tail. He had a whole bag full of his fruit rolls, ready to join the others he'd made.

"Hello!", he said merrily, coming to a halt in front of the gathered people, "This all looks so nice! Lovely job, Temperance, and to all who helped!"

He himself had set up a lot of the strung up decorations, his wings having been a huge help. And with some crushed berries it was a simple matter of painting the stones different colors and lining them up along the sides of the ruins, creating a nice little pattern.

"I painted them," he said, shifting his stance to hide his tail, stained all sorts of colors, "It was... a process."

With that he dropped off the rolls, carefully setting them down beside the assortment of other foods and gathering a pile of grass to set down and munch on merrily. It was nice being an herbivore. Often you just had to bend down and there was food right at your feet!

Lemon was here! He'd heard of a party and taken off immediately, interested in what was going on. So of course he'd worn his best colors, which turned out to be smushing his head in a bunch of crushed up clay from Canis, turning his head feathers orange. Perfect! It matched his eyes.

He swooped down from the sky, beating his wings in the air before landing and skidding, coming to a stop and bobbing his head wildly, his goggles still firmly over his eyes.

"Hey!! I'm Lemonface!", he squawked, pushing his goggles down, "From the Bonebound, o' course! This is a nice gig, love the décor!"

His head whirled around when he heard Thalia's song, recognizing it and swiftly running over, wings half-spread.

"I know you! I know that song!", he said joyously, and then breathed in.

"I THREW A WISH IN THE WELL, DON'T ASK ME I'LL NEVER TELL, I LOOKED TO YOU AS IT FELL, BUT NOW YOU'RE IN MY WAY!", he belted, having a grand old time hopping and jumping- was he dancing? It was awful.