Post by Jennycallie on Aug 12, 2019 23:58:00 GMT -6
Isador
King
King
Tiffany's immediate shift to wary readiness and Tiresias' immediately voiced concerns were not surprising. Isador made it his business to know the minds of his fellows, after all.
"I do not suggest that we pack off an envoy today," Isador replied mildly, though his sharp gaze flicked between Tiresias and Sonya, missing little. Now their dynamic was interesting, and the King filed it away for later review. "Nor do I suggest they become warriors in any... unrest."
He fell silent again as the others voiced their opinions. Favorable ones, it seemed. Isador did not fail to notice that of the group, it was two of his own Aodhians who seemed most wary of the alliance. Worth remembering, that, and for many reasons. Not the least of which being that he must act, first and foremost, for his people's interests.
Not that Eithne was without it's internal threats and dangers, now. Isador's shadow flickered, just once. He would keep his people safe. He must.
The King Morien broke his long silence, and despite himself Isador felt his brows lift. Just a twitch, but any who knew him would note the movement. The old pirate rebuked Tiresias' concerns with no small degree of asperity. And without missing a beat, the Commander stepped back in smoothly and resumed the track of conversation. Another very interesting dynamic; Isador made a mental note to find out more about those two.
"The equal exchange of not only goods but also ideas, philosophies and medicines..." Isador paused, lifting his head slightly so that his bridle chimed softly. "I could see great things coming from such a union." He swept his eyes over the group. So different, each faction was. Could they truly unite? Embittered Rogues, vengeful Flight, slighted Aodh?
"A common enemy is not alone a basis for an alliance," Isador said. "A successful one, that is. But I think we have more than that to work with. I commend you for making the journey here and the hardships you have all faced. I believe that if we continue to work together in good faith and eschew the practices of the Talori crown... I think we might make something great together.
"I would invite you to further deliberations," Isador continued. "But I suggest we drop the formalities for now and refresh ourselves. I've found that formal treaties are best written on full stomachs." He smiled faintly as he said it. Taking up his own untouched glass of wine, Isador stepped forwards to mingle even as attendants moved out with drink refills and platters of food.
Much could be learned from informal discourse, often more than from formal. He wondered idly who might seek him out first.
Outside, a muted bellow shook the stained-glass window panes as Sola keened her boredom. Isador repressed an eye-roll with practiced ease. Over-indulged reptile.
"I do not suggest that we pack off an envoy today," Isador replied mildly, though his sharp gaze flicked between Tiresias and Sonya, missing little. Now their dynamic was interesting, and the King filed it away for later review. "Nor do I suggest they become warriors in any... unrest."
He fell silent again as the others voiced their opinions. Favorable ones, it seemed. Isador did not fail to notice that of the group, it was two of his own Aodhians who seemed most wary of the alliance. Worth remembering, that, and for many reasons. Not the least of which being that he must act, first and foremost, for his people's interests.
Not that Eithne was without it's internal threats and dangers, now. Isador's shadow flickered, just once. He would keep his people safe. He must.
The King Morien broke his long silence, and despite himself Isador felt his brows lift. Just a twitch, but any who knew him would note the movement. The old pirate rebuked Tiresias' concerns with no small degree of asperity. And without missing a beat, the Commander stepped back in smoothly and resumed the track of conversation. Another very interesting dynamic; Isador made a mental note to find out more about those two.
"The equal exchange of not only goods but also ideas, philosophies and medicines..." Isador paused, lifting his head slightly so that his bridle chimed softly. "I could see great things coming from such a union." He swept his eyes over the group. So different, each faction was. Could they truly unite? Embittered Rogues, vengeful Flight, slighted Aodh?
"A common enemy is not alone a basis for an alliance," Isador said. "A successful one, that is. But I think we have more than that to work with. I commend you for making the journey here and the hardships you have all faced. I believe that if we continue to work together in good faith and eschew the practices of the Talori crown... I think we might make something great together.
"I would invite you to further deliberations," Isador continued. "But I suggest we drop the formalities for now and refresh ourselves. I've found that formal treaties are best written on full stomachs." He smiled faintly as he said it. Taking up his own untouched glass of wine, Isador stepped forwards to mingle even as attendants moved out with drink refills and platters of food.
Much could be learned from informal discourse, often more than from formal. He wondered idly who might seek him out first.
Outside, a muted bellow shook the stained-glass window panes as Sola keened her boredom. Isador repressed an eye-roll with practiced ease. Over-indulged reptile.
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