Cladisflamma

Not
Not to be left unattended



the reason your house is on fire

ohno

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Breakfast in the great building.


Pearl is sleepily huddled against Atramentum, eating at great speeds, the food disappearing about as fast as it can be put in front of her. The imperial looks on in mild concern, reminding her to slow down, to actually CHEW. Pearl does not listen. He sighs.
Forgiven reaches over in an attempt to preen her, as he often does. There's no doubting his infatuation. She accepts the gesture and purrs quietly. He smiles and takes to his food. Atramentum shakes his head and smiles, despite being with Pearl he knows the attention makes her feel nice, and that is perfectly ok.

On the other side of the kitchen, a larger imperial paces, obviously concerned with the sick skydancer in the next room. He stretches his many wings repeatedly in a nervous gesture. The bags under his eyes have only gotten worse, when was the last time he slept? The floor creaks with each pace of his and his tail disturb scattered papers.
"You need to EAT, Lux.." a coatl speaks up as he enters the room, looking over the scene, his eyes fall to the scattered papers. "And those are MY papers your scattering..." he sighs and shakes his head. "Sorry, I know, we're all stressed lately..." The imperial turns to him and snaps.
"An understatement," he scoffs, his tired voice not doing well to hide his emotions. "And no, I do not need to eat, I already have. I need to THINK." At this, Pearl gets up from her seat and flits over to him, looking up into his eyes. She offers him a cinnamon roll, a very important gesture as she never shares food.
"C-come on.. a-a-at least eat this," She chides, smiling softly. Not wanting to offend the smaller dragon, he does so.
"HAH," she keens triumphantly. "G-got 'im to eat!" Forgiven applauds her efforts and Atramentum smirks. She flares her wings in celebration and quickly skitters back over to her place at the table after hugging Lux around the neck. A crash from the next room breaks up the moment. Freed groans.

Another Skydancer stumbles into the room, smiling wildly. An Ensorcelled Volume flies frantically after him. He turns his grin to the rest.
"Gooooooooooood morning my dear friends!" he stumbles forward, his tail and wing feathers smoldering ever so slightly. An ember drifts towards the scattered notes and Freed rushes towards them.
"DAMMIT CLADIS," he cries, gathering his papers. He did not understand why Pearl had taken him in. Se seemed oddly fascinated or perhaps amused with him. But as far as he was concerned, Cladis was only trouble.
"Sorry bud, but youu left them out!" He was right. Freed often left his stuff everywhere and not everything could be protected. An unfortunate truth, especially among the chaotic group. Pearl giggled.
"don't encourage him," muttered the coatl indignantly as the skydancer flaunted himself over to the table, his wings spread in a showy fashion. Lux rolled his eyes.

"So, what are we eating~?" he inquired, looking over the spread.
"Bit of everything," Forgiven spoke up, and he too was right. There were meats, fruits, pastries... all courtesies of the resident chef, who had not made an appearance today.
"I guess that'll do," Cladis poked his snout into the cinnamon rolls, picking one out and promptly charring it before eating. Whether he preferred it that way or simply was showing off was uncertain.


It was going to be another long day