Lore Question
It was winter in Guardian Draco, and their new arrival was nervous; Wellingham had never cooked for a large group of dragons before. He was used to feeding himself and his familiar. Nervously he approached the clan's founders -Draco and Elavan- and asked for assistance.
"We normally have a pot luck." Draco deadpans with a smile. The stoic guardian seems to understand Wellingham's stress.
"I'll go around and ask what everyone is bringing!" Elavan, his foil, cheers before bounding off into the clan's main cave.
The deathclaw was nervous still- he didn't want to prepare something someone else was going to make, he wanted to make a good impression on the clan that took him in. paying a glance at Draco, he is given a knowing look and a chuckle.
"Do your best." he says and gestures for the guardian to leave.
The walk to Wellingham's den allowed him to think- it would be easy to feed his fellow guardians since they'll eat anything, but the tundras only eat plants. Tiamat won't touch plants. No one eats seafood so he wasn't worried about that. When he arrived he found Elavan in his den with Mika. Seems they haven't noticed him.
"-And you'll help him with all the recipes you have. I'll get Cinnamon to help get any meat he needs, and i'll go with SnowShadow to get any plants." Elavan explained as she unpacked what looked like brand new knives, bowls, and spoons.
"You don't think he'll be upset about getting his presents early do you?" Mika began pulling out various papers. "Its been noted that some dragons become disappointed when they get their gifts early."
"I don't mind at all." Wellingham stepped forward as Mika's papers went flying- normally its hard to startle her, so its hard to stifle his laugh.
He thanks the dragons for their help and thinks carefully about what he is going to prepare. He looks over the recipes Mika provides and after looking over his new tools he gives a nod.
"I'll need turkey, centipedes, onion, mushrooms- any kind you can find- and picked-over bones." The guardian nods and exists as the tundra starts organizing the kitchen.
"I'll need your help, Mika." He smiled as she pulled out a new note pad ready to write. "What do you know about cooking?"
The night was long but a recipe was made, food was prepared, and the clan's new cook was sure his clan mates will enjoy this stew.
"Elavan brought us some grouse and rooster. Mika, could i borrow your cauldron? My cooking pot is no where near large enough for this."
"As long as you don't mind green sludge!"