Laurent
| There were ages for strength, and there were ages for wisdom. A leader could be doomed merely by rising in the wrong time, and not being able to make the time their own. So Salamah wasn't too bothered, and was reassured by the wisdom. Waiting long enough to be appropriate he nodded as well, "Oh, of course. Your planet is quite beautiful, Lady ser Noche," he complimented, earnestly, though even had it been a dung-heap he might have said the same words. Besides that, he was cheered by her words. They made it sound as if she might be quite open to House Laurent expanding its--at this point miniscule--power and influence upon the galaxy. He stepped forward, still somewhat facing her, as Marcus smiled politely at her and slipped on ahead--rather against Salamah's plans--in the hopes of snagging some alcohol before Salamah could figure out a way to stop him. Which left the Patriarch torn. If he asked Lady ser Noche for help in this matter, keeping Marcus sober, he'd be admitting a weakness that could be exploited. But if he left Marcus be...Marcus was an angry, violent, abusive, cruel drunk, and it'd get out anyways, but much worse... Jamilla cut the knot, curtesying to Lady ser Noche and moving on ahead, in the hopes of intercepting Marcus herself, while Salamah interacted with the Head of House ser Noche. | ||||
| "Your welcome is accepted most graciously, My Lady." Offering an additional slight nod, she watched as two of Salamah's group split off, and she much expected others to do the same. Now, however, was an ideal time to put forth another sign of respect. She could have allowed the third minor house gathered the chance to move in first, or even opened to Salamah for further hobnobbing as seemed more appropriate to his sort of noble, but she preferred to get this sort of thing out of the way. Not because she dreaded it, but because punctuality was often looked upon well in a setting where things could go unsaid for years before coming out or being brought up. "It's a lovely planet... certainly more attractive than Diphda." She smiled a little bit as she said this, amusement in her voice and humor shining in her eyes. That only lasted a short moment though before she held her arms out to her side, her brother-in-law stepping forward. "Nagi and I would like to present you with a gift. I'm sure your security staff will want to scan it before you open it, but rest assured that it's nothing more than a book. A collection of Myrillian Mythology..." The ancient homeworld of ser Noche wasn't exactly a secret, yet such books were somewhat hard to come by. "My husband used some of his connections with other bookstores, book suppliers, and libraries around the sector to find it. I hope your family can find some enjoyment and reflection from it." | ||||
| "Thank you, Lady ser Noche," Bundar says with a bow of his head. "It was rather welcome- much has been said of the splendor of Taishijan, and I have greatly anticipated seeing it in person." The Emir's eyes follow Duke Laurent's brother curiously, and then the Duke's wife as she follows after him. What's going on there, hmm? Later, in private, Qaribah will mention that she suspects the Duke's brother may be an alcoholic, probably embarrassingly so- her role here is, after all, to pick up on what her less sharp-minded father might miss. |
| "I am sure that it is merely a book, and it is a wonderful gift, Duchess Sternseher. Thank you very much." Nora smiled warmly, despite knowing that her own house published such books and distributed them. If it was such a rarity, then the intention was a much greater gift than the object itself. And who knew, maybe it would be an actual original. "Shall we go inside? I've had some food and drink prepared for us, and a comfortable room to have conversation." She nodded back to the greetings, and entered the hall, indicating the seven to follow her. They passed through several hallways, then through a high hall, tiled in slabs of black marble, with ser Noche banners hanging between the columned sides. A large stone throne sat in the cneter, but it was unoccupied. People occasionally walked along the sides of the room from one door to another. The group crossed the hall and entered yet another hallway by a door in a wall behind the throne, and suddenly the air of the building changed. There was plush red carpeting everywhere, a deep burgundy hue, and wood paneling along the walls. warm lights lit everything from above, and occasionally a window peeked into a shadowed inner courtyard. |
They arrived at an open door, double-winged and made out of a dark mahogany wood, that entered into a sizable room. It too, was carpeted, but it was set with plush furniture in dark, warm colours with gold embroidery, a hearth in a wall crackling merrily with a fire, and on the opposite wall a glass screen looked out over a garden flanked by grey stone walls of the building. A small pond with shrubs and a tree or two around it graced the garden. In front of the glass screen were several tables laden with food, some exotic, some simple, but of great diversity and colours. An fourth table was against the far wall, set with several glasses and a deftly arranged set of drinks in hand-crafted stained glass bottles. A few servants stood by, ready to wait on the guests.
"Please, have a seat. You are welcome to help yourself to some food, or ask the servants to do so. If you'd like anything specific, just ask. If it's not here we can have it made for you immediately."
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