Peace Negotiations - RPLOG
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Date
25/9/476
Log
Cliffside, that glorious city-state of a nation. Nestled on the high cliffs that give it its name, a well-used road nevertheless travels from the city proper to the bay that houses its port. This is where, one cloudy evening, the diplomatic delegation from Sweetwater arrives - led by Mione the royal scholar, there are three airships in all, holding the dignitaries, Freeswords, and a lucky few who've been picked out of many applicants to fill in as witnesses for the event.
The airships land in the water and set sail for the bay, slowly heading for the path that has been lit for them, curious onlookers already gathering on the beach.
Glorious is one way to put it. Selena just looks a little bored by the trip, though - something can always be said about familiarity - and apprehensive at best as she sets foot on the docks. "I really don't miss it here." She murmurs, "Not at all." At least the crowd doesn't seem to bother her, moving along quietly and calmly as she usually does.
they landed? Thank the creators! Angus lets out a pent up breath as he actually starts to relax after the entire ordeal, his fur still a little frazzled as he pulls his cloak in around him. He didn't like flying, he never did unless it was on his own terms, and he was rather glad that he was stepping onto the docks. "I can understand why." He comments in reponse to Selena before he tries to make his own way through the crowd to see where everyone else got to.
Much like the majisty and grace of flight is a particular lion on deck, dressed in his familiar coat and tragically mismatched clothes to go along with it. The lion in question is ever vigilant, sitting in his seat with the will and movement of stone. Dedicated, one must think. Until Dio lets out a loud snore that is. Upon docking, he springs awake out of his seat and seems to pretend he wasn't asleep. "Ah, we're 'ere! What a great trip was it not," he says, following behind the others onto the docks with a yawn.
Indeed, much fanfare is made of the delegation's arrival, and the usual formalities and pleasantries are exchanged before the entire entourage is disembarked and headed through the streets. Although the route to the building which houses the Council of Elders is kept well-clear by the Cliffside guard and well-lit with street lamps, supplemented with the odd lantern here and there, beings of all stripes and sizes press in from both sides as the Sweetwater entourage moves out at a steady pace. It's not that far of a walk, with most of the journey being vertical instead of horizontal, and eventually the delegation is split in two with a few words from Mione - Angus and the other Sweetwater nobles are ushered into the floor of the Council Chambers, while the witnesses are relegated to the high audience galleries. Much of the Cliffside Council of Elders is already present and seated or in the process of doing so, but a particular wedge of the hall is noticably empty.
Selena nods, looking over to the fox before they're separated off by the 'usher'. "Well. GOod luck. You know where I'll be if you need me, I'm not too hard to miss." She comments simply, moving along as necessary - flipping a book open and beginning to read to pass the time, though there's always a watchful eye on the floor of the council's building. There's not really anyone around to ask about the conspicuously empty wedge but given the situation, she doesn't seem surprised.
Angus nods in turn as they have to split off. "Will do, but make sure Dio doesn't get to bored...I don't want to know what will happen if he starts wandering." He was only teasing the lion, mostly teasing him, and he flashes Dio a smile before he is lead directly onto the floor of the council chambers. He gulps, his ears folding as he is forced into something that isn't really his strong point....deligations....the bane of a Solacious!
It's been awhile since Dio's been in the land of Cliffside. Perhaps even years by this point, but he wasn't really keeping track. He follows behind the group and nods to Mione, giving a wave to the departing fox. "Good luck to ya, lad! Try not to cause to much trouble," he chuckles, soon calming to gift words of a gentle calm. "But jokin' aside, I know you'll do fine. An' I'll be good! I promise!" Moving along with the crowd, he finds a suitable spot in the viewing gallery and attempts to get comfortable. In his quest for comfort, he notices a familiar wolfess and heads over to her, leaning down and nearly poking his nose into the book she was reading. "What are ya readin' about, lass? I suggest How to Cook Fer Lions, by Reel Per Son."
At last, the last beings are ushered into the grand, dome-ceilinged hall. The seats form concentric rings about a central podium with more important personages in front and the audience galleries for the less prominent out in the back, and as the who's who of Cliffside are finally settled down a large, Water-Clanned gull takes the stand.
"Where is House Wirefur?"
Murmuring at that. It's a little while before a messenger runs in from the edges of the chamber and straight up to the gull, no one attemping to stop the fellow.
"Speaker, House Wirefur has chosen to recuse themselves from the proceedings."
"Was any reason given?"
"None, Speaker."
"Then it is their right, although how it will reflect upon them is...to be seen. Very well. By the power invested in me as the Speaker of the Council of Elders, I call this convocation to order, along with our honoured guests from Sweetwater."
And then after a small pause: "Sweetwater Royal Scholar Mione, your opening speech, please."
Selena raises an eyebrow. "I'm reading about subtlety." She says quietly, closing the book - more reading on magic - "I'd rather be reading a book on preparing fish for Ari than how to cook for a species I don't spend much time around. The announcement the Wirefurs opted out is met with a rather unsympathetic scoff, before glancing back to the lion. "..And that said, It'd be best to lower your voice from here on unless asked to speak."
Angus tugs the brim of his hat down a little to hide his scowl, this was an insult from the Wirefurs...one that they might be able to exploit if the time comes and they are prepared. His tail flicks as he waits for the proceedings to get underway, but he does cast a curious glance up at audience galleries to see where Dio and Selena are.
"Subtlety?" Dio questions, tilting his head to the side as if he's never heard such a word before. "I prefer bluntity," he chuckles, looking down at Angus and giving him a wave after he spots him. "I've never 'ad some o' yer cookin'. Perhaps I could be so lucky an' get a taste on' day. But that's fer another time." As the proceedings start, he listens carefully while watching that empty wedge, curious about who it may belong to. Soon, a vague answer came which only made him think back to the earlier court proceedings with Lord Eldric. That must've kicked up quite a storm, he thought.
