D'lev, Tag Everyone
Night had fallen in the desert, the landscape only dimly illuminated by the light of Belior and Timor. The campsite itself was awash in the warm, flickering light of a well-constructed campfire, due to the efforts of Narramir and Aylraun. Several tents encircled it, all of which passed D'lev's inspection. The work was finished so now it was time for some fun.
"Alright everyone, good job! Those tents and the campfire look great. Imith and I are going to pop back to Vaioa to pick up dinner. In the meantime, drag your sleeping bags over to the fire and get comfortable. I think we were promised some stories." D'lev winked at Victra and strode over to where Imith was waiting for him.
Once D'lev was settled, the green walked a few steps out into the desert to avoid flinging sand at the campsite and launched herself. Even at night, the desert around Vaioa was more than a little warm, so D'lev welcomed the rush of air over his body. They quickly went between, emerging out over Vaioa's now familiar double crater.
The pair then set down in front of the entrance to the lower cavern, where D'lev swiftly dismounted. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere," he teased his dragon lightly.
Okay, Imith replied, her tone a little confused. Where would she go? They would be going back to the campsite of course, but not yet.
D'lev found his way to the dining hall, which was far from empty at this candlemark. Many riders sat at the long tables playing dragon poker and drinking wine. He nodded to a few of his acquaintances but did not stray from his path to the kitchen.
"Hey there," D'lev called out as he entered to find a single occupant, a tall man with dark hair and copper skin. "I'm looking for some food I requested for the candidate camping trip. Can you help me with that?"
The man seemed to take a second to consider his request but finally nodded and led the greenrider to one of the pantries. A large bundle lay on what looked to be a prepping table. "Wow! I guess I didn't think about how much food we would need," D'lev exclaimed, trying to decide if he could carry it by himself. He glanced at the kitchen worker and realized he hadn't gotten the man's name.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I introduced myself. I am candidate master D'lev of green Imith. What's your name?" The quiet man introduced himself as Naddein and agreed to help D'lev carry the food out to where Imith was waiting.
The two men worked together to secure the bundle to her straps, which took a few minutes, given its awkward shape. Naddein didn't say much as they worked and D'lev got the impression he was rather shy. "You know," he began as an idea occurred to him, "I'm probably going to need more help with this when we get to the campsite. You should come along. I'll talk to the kitchen in the morning if anyone wants to know where you went. Unless it's Headwoman Aerella, I'm pretty sure I'll outrank them." He winked at Naddein to show he was joking and waited for the man's answer.
Again Naddein seemed rather hesitant, but in the end he agreed, and D'lev had him up on Imith's neck in no time. The trio popped between and then headed for the bright spot of light in the darkness below them.
"Dinner is served! Naddein here has bestowed upon us meatrolls, sweet dough, and the makings of the best klah you will ever taste: the kind that is brewed over an open campfire. Be sure to thank him and dig in!"
(Since the Pernese don't have marshmellows, we can have them roast sugary dough with klah bark incorrporated for a chocolate/cinnamon/coffee taste on skewers instead.)