PURITY RING

*Raisa* · 03-04-2014, 01:45 PM

The man's queen existed in stark contrast to his colorless form. Her pelt was dark, her manner elegant and frank where he was opulent and seemingly cunning. Raisa was not so quick to judge her an easy read of course; any woman who was expected to follow this man's guile must be incredibly quick of wit. The sooty fae bowed, enough to show respect though not so much as to appear subordinate. "An honor, your Grace," she said by way of greeting. Still, the queen did not voice her own titles. The man raised her suspicion, if not her hackles, and she had decided to be rather wary of him. His intentions were more than unclear, and his mannerisms were strikingly similar to the courtiers of Old Ebony. Their gilded words had brought about the downfall of her legacy's empire, and she was in no fit mood to repeat the mistakes of her ancestors. Unfortunately, upon asking for her name directly, she was forced to comply. "I am Raisa Xanilov, your Grace." Kaliska's tongue maintained it's edge, even if her words were contrite. Raisa might have laughed, had the situation not been so delicate. Raisa could sense the meeting turning for the worse, and was rather set on getting it over with.

It would seem as if Isardis was of a mind with her, as he cut down to the meat of his visit. "Now, your numbers are small and no contest to our seasoned army," he claimed by way of beginning. Raisa withheld a smirk, settling instead for a quirked brow. Interesting tactic, she thought to herself, A nice mixture of fear in arrogance. Lovely. He claimed to offer assistance, but Raisa could not help but wonder at what terms he would command their cooperation exist under. In all honesty, he seemed to type to put her knights on his front line, and then turn on her once her force had weakened. She measured his sly words and opulence as trickery and manipulation, and pitied him for being one lone snake preaching to a fae who had survived a court of cobras and vipers. Raisa remained silent throughout this all, waiting. In closing, as he turned to leave, he pronounced their meeting, "A pleasure." Raisa smiled and bowed at the noble pair, and readied herself to leave as well. "Truly," she agreed by way of lying.

Maximous arrived, largely unnoticed amongst their rapidly growing numbers. It was not until he addressed her directly, volunteering his services as envoy, that she turned to face him. She smiled, grateful that he should request what she saw as a rather dangerous mission. "A kind offer Maximous, thank you." She would not answer him here or now, and it occurred to her to end this meeting before Isardis could lay claim to the man on his own. It would not surprise her that an Ebony wolf sent north might not return, based on her behavior. The art of taking hostages was well developed by many sorts who wished to rule. She was not certain if he was the type to do so, and was not willing to risk it on the roll of the dice. So it was that she turned to the northern nobles and bowed a shallow bow. "Lovely to meet you both. We shall discuss your offer and, depending on our decision, send an envoy of our own to your lands. I wish you both a good day, and safe travels home." Raisa offered a last smile before turning away from the border. The command was unspoken that her pack follow her, but she hoped they would understand. She was of a mind to lead them farther away from northern ears and discuss this all further.

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