Mini-Plot: The War on Suri

[diplomaticimmewnity]

Who: The Grove!
What: Fight God!
When: Mid-month (ICly, the afternoon after Enciodes made the post)
Where: The Forest
Warnings: Character Death, other triggers will be in titles as needed


[ Enciodes did his best to get a headcount regarding the notebook page he'd written out, and thus has gotten together the according rations, plus extras, because he can never be too careful. He's recruited the Guardians who were able to join them as well, and he might be using Moder currently as a bit of shelter from the snowy storm, with Tenzin, his falcon, perched on his shoulder and being incredibly alert.

Enciodes has a few navigation tools with him as well, and he seems far more stern and serious than he has been in some time. Anyone who approaches him will be handed a ragged backpack with food, basic survival tools and extra clothes. He also strongly recommends seeing Heimr for some loans on items, if needed, though he can't guarantee he'd be able to hand out that much.

Otherwise, welcome! This is the most downer party ever! Time will be given for everyone to gather and ask some last minute questions and such - and receive the final warning that he can't guarantee anyone's safety, and there's still the high probability of death on this venture. Anyone who wants to stay here should do so now. ]

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[purevanillacookie]

[ And Vanilla is used to the dour mood of his husband, so he doesn't mind at all any grunts he might get back in answer. He knows them well. But rather than chat, he stands silently by him. His winter wool keeps him well insulated from the cold, but even he's added extra layers. He won't be needing to move around a lot, after all.

He will raise his right hand to lightly scratch the chin of one of the Dragons, however, smiling softly at them. ]

Are you two ready to fight for your Master?

[winterfrosting]

Fighting gods is something we are experienced in!

[The black one responds as their twin is petted, purring softly. As their Master's partner, they are willing to let Vanilla be more friendly then they would most.

...and what Earthbread dragon WOULDN'T accept adoration from cookies? As they deserve!]

[purevanillacookie]

[ As they deserve indeed, Pure Vanilla smiling to the response. ]

Then I entrust you with his care, should I be unable to be there. Keep him safe.

[ It's not a request. He turns to Cacao and reaches up to smooth his clothing, his voice softening. ]

And you. Remember your duty is to the people here. Retreat if you must, save the lives of those you can.

[ Do not die on me. He raises his right hand to stroke his palm against Cacao's cheek, his expression softening. ]

Do not let me lose you...

[winterfrosting]

[His eyes open at Vanilla's touch. How could they not? Even when his mind was on the mission, his heart was always turned towards him, like a flower to the sun]

With your token, I have no fear.

[He turns to face him, unable to make himself smile, but warmth in his eyes regardless]

You must return as well. I will not leave without you.

[purevanillacookie]

[ Aurora's feather. May it truly work in preventing Cacao from going to the Garden if that happens.

May neither of them find out. ]

I will be there by your side. I will not leave you.

[ Not again. He moves to pull himself up enough to press a kiss to Cacao's cheek, mindful of both their horns. ]

[winterfrosting]

Another token for battle. And please, do stay close. I can defend you if he focuses his anger on you.

[And he will, Cacao is sure of this- Vanilla has been a thorn in the fallen god's side more than most]

[purevanillacookie]

[ Another token? Aha, he sees. Yes, Cacao would be the type. His tail wiggles the best it can while bundled, and he reaches up to unwind the scarf from around his own neck. The daffodils are gone now, thanks to Lily hauling him to Zahliya, and his wool is pristine under it.

He then ties the scarf around his husbands waist like a sash. It barely fits, the white of the crochet standing out on the deep colors of the regalia. ]

There, a proper favor. Now you must survive, as I expect this back. I promise, I will stick close. I will not engage him. My focus will be on shielding those in battle.

[winterfrosting]

[He blinks, surprised. The kiss was more than enough to carry his heart through the coming jamshed. But a favor made from his love's own wool? His eyes sparkle, and he touches the fabric like it's spun gold]

I will, my light. No god or demon could keep me from you for long.

[Look at him, Vanilla, you've turned him into a romantic]

[purevanillacookie]

[ That makes him laugh gently, his expression fond. Thought so. He must survive now. He will not let Suri into his head. For Cacao. For Lily waiting them both. ]

I know, my heart. And I to you. I shall be by your side, until the very end. I love you.