[AW+] Celebrate Eachother
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The day was finally here. The Council members had been sent out to wait at the borders for the expected arrival of the packs they had each invited, and Luca was nervous. In his stomach, a ball tightened. The last time Casa had hosted a diplomacy summit he had been a younger man fresh to the role of leadership alongside Alistair. It seemed like a lifetime ago. The summit had been his first real appearance as a leader, and he remembered nearly throwing up from nerves as he welcomed everyone to Casa. Now he had more experience under his belt, in fact, many in Casa could not remember a time where Luca was not at the reins. Still, the feeling of welcoming all to another Summit was almost surreal.

Slowly calls came, announcements from the Council that the escort was in progress. Luca was sure to stand by the gates, greeting all of the packs and helping Howland to make note of the weapons they collected before they were permitted entry to Fort Kingsbury. For the pleasure of their guests, the Fort had been cleaned to perfection. The sheep and cattle had been rotated for the last moon to ensure no unsightly long grass ran amok, the garden had been weeded and the fallen leaves removed, the fountain at the center of the town square had been cleaned with fresh river water added, and flowers and purple banners lined many walls around the Fort. In the evening’s torches would be lit in the Courthouse along with fireplaces, with large logs that had been collected in preparation. Surly their guests would be pleased with their temporary residence for the next few days.

The final pack arrived and Luca disappeared to ensure that everything was perfect, allowing them some time to be shown to their sleeping quarters by their escort. As he made a sweep of the Fort he checked the guard points, one guard on each of the three archer towers, a guard at the gate, and a guard on each level of the Courthouse. He hoped this would be enough. One of his biggest fears was one of the new packs, or Salsola, sneaking around and stealing vital information or resources from them. He had opened his home to them in the hopes of creating peace, so he prayed to Fenris they would show some courtesy and respect. Just in case though, the guards would be watching.

Once all the posts were checked he made his way to the center of Fort Kingsbury, balancing as he stood tall on the edge of the fountain and called for all to gather. It took time for the Cavaliers and pack representatives to make their way to the center, but as the final guard arrived he knew that it was time to start. “Welcome!” He called over the crowd, waiting for the bodies to turn to him and voices to quiet. “Welcome one and all to Casa di Cavalieri.” He gently tucked his long locks behind his shoulders. “Three years ago I greeted the packs to our last Diplomacy Summit, and it is an honor to welcome you today. I thank you for surrendering your weapons at the gate, guards have been posted around the Fort for your safety and to keep the peace. I urge you to leave any ill will outside of the pack lands and to use the next couple of days to look towards a fruitful future where the packs are united. Tomorrow morning there will be a private meeting of the leaders and at sunset, we will feast and dance to celebrate each other. Until then you are welcome to enjoy the Fort and talk amongst yourselves. If you have a Cavalier escort you may explore beyond the walls. Please enjoy your stay in Casa and treat our lands and each other with respect. Now please, go enjoy yourselves!” Stepping down from the fountain he nodded to the guards, who moved away to return to their posts. From this point forward their guests would be loose in the land, and he could only hope for the best.


OOC: Set in the townsquare. Luca's Appearence. This is the welcome post, after this point IC everyone is welcome to post within Casa. Guests are restricted to Fort Kingsbury unless they leave with an escort from Casa. All guests will be housed within the Couthouse in open rooms in the lower floor, or one of the two guest rooms on the main floor. Guards are posted around the Fort and in the Courthouse for security and questions by guests. The leader summit and ball will go live tomorrow evening.
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Outside the dawn is breaking, But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free


OOC: 250+ WC

It had been a long journey to Casa di Cavalieri. Lyssa had gone along with Nazario, along with other members of the Del Cenere Gang, to attend the Diplomacy Summit. Aldora had met them at their own border to lead them to their destination, and as they moved Lyssa imagined that they were a huge parade, trotting across the land on their horses. Lyssa had been sure to pack her nicest closes, like the two dresses she had bought from Baelish, and decided to wear the light blue one on their journey. Hair freshly thrown up into a braid, she sat up tall and proud in her saddle.

But as she saw the looming of the gates, her stomach filled with butterflies. This was Lyssa's first official job as Wayfinder, and what a first job it was! There were several guards standing by at the gate and were greeted by a tall, dark-haired male dressed in a formal dark cloak. Aldora introduced him as the Lune of Casa di Cavalieri. Lyssa's eyes grew wide as she looked at him, and offered a deep bow. She was honoured to be in the presence of such a powerful and regal man.

After they were shown their sleeping quarters in the Courthouse, they headed back to the town square, where Luca stood up tall in the center, watching over all that was happening. Lyssa looked around the area, overwhelmed with all the canines that had gathered there. So many new faces, some from packs she hadn't even met yet. She would have to be sure to take her time later to introduce herself to everyone and make a good impression of her own pack.

Once everyone had gathered, he called out in a booming voice, gaining the attention of all. He spoke strong and true, speaking of the rules they were to follow while they were there. Then the speech was over and she was free to mingle with everyone. She glanced over at Nazario momentarily before scanning the crowd again. Where should she start?

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Optime | Fort Kingsbury (Town Square) | cNPC: Mako, yNPC: Genkei
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[CdC] Diplomacy Summit & Ball


The day had finally come for the Summit, and the Fort was abuzz with activity as final preparations were made for the arrival of their guests. Cavaliers moved here and there in a combined effort to give off only the best representation of their pack and home, to make it something to be proud of. The grounds, the shops, many of the Cavaliers themselves were cleaned and tidied.


The last time she had seen the Fort in such a splendor, she had still been an apprentice. The world had been different then, the packs too.


As Warlord, Teagan had had her hands full with helping her father organize security with so many powerful foreigners in their pack. As the Ambassador for Salsola, she had had to also ensure that their accommodations be prepared. Needless to say, she’d left her son, Genkei, with his father, Mako, while she was busy performing her Council and Ambassador duties.


When the time had come, she had escorted her guests to the Fort, had shown them their provided room after any weaponry had been confiscated by Howland and pleasantries were exchanged with Casa di Cavalieri’s sole leader, Luca. She had explained the itinerary to them for their stay, as well as some of the basic ground rules before she left them to settle in and mingle with some of the other guests from the other packs.


In the time between ensuring Salsola was taken care of and the first event, Teagan had made her rounds to ensure the guards were stationed in their proper places and that marked off areas—such as the armory, the upper levels of the Courthouse, and the War Room—were secured or guarded properly from over curious, unattended guests. When her father called the pack and the invited delegates to the Town Square, Teagan took up a spot along the perimeter of the gathering Luperci, her canary eyes sharp and guarded as they searched for any signs of deceit or trouble.


She stood tall, her posture that of the disciplined soldier that she was. She was still garbed in her full set of leather armor that she had donned before the arrival of the first pack. Her dark, olive green rank cloak with its cougar fur draped from her shoulders, her trusted sword hanging comfortably at her side.


A few moments after the Lune’s beckoning howl, her husband and son arrived, both choosing to stand near her. Mako wore his leather armor as well; a vest, a pauldron, and bracers. Dark pants covered his legs, and, he too, sported his rank cloak. His was of more traditional Cavalier colors, a dark, rich purple lined with fox fur for his Brotherhood status. He had an axe at his hip, and though he was lacking a shield, Teagan had a feeling he needn’t go far to find one, as his blacksmith shop lined the square’s perimeter.


Between the Warlord and the Lionheart was their newly apprenticed son, Genkei. Unshifted, he looked plain in comparison to his warrior parents. What he lacked in armor or weaponry though, he made up in his stance. A Stryder and the son of the Teagan, the boy sat confident and proud. While he may have had the look of a pint-sized soldier though, his glacier eyes quietly shined with subdued wonder as they roved over the many strangers that had come to the Fort. It was his first time to see Luperci from the other packs, and Teagan knew that she would be assaulted with a flurry of excited questions once she was free of her duties that day.


Once everyone was gathered, Luca addressed the crowd, welcoming the other packs and reminding everyone of how the Summit would carry on from there on out. Finished, he gave a subtle order to those on duty, and the crowd was allowed to disperse. Teagan turned to her family, bidding them a brief farewell—and assuring promises to her son—before she moved to attend to her Salsolan guests.






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Three years ago there had been a summit, and out of the five packs represented at the summit, Saga knew that at least neither she nor Boone had lived then. It was a strange thing to contemplate, the comparative youth of the pair when held in comparison with the others that called themselves leader. And still, she was the one that sat with a child in her arms as she listened to Luca's welcome.


Beside her, Elijah seemed nonplussed at having to relinquish his blade, only the Ursarchon visibly sceptical at the request. Although she had no quarrel with anyone here, the closeness of the Salsolan's made her a little uneasy, as well as the closeness of those few new faces that she had not had time to form an opinion on.


Hoisting Ramsey higher into her arms, her green eyes scanned the small crowd with disguised anxiety, roving over the many faces in hopes that she would not find Boone's. She did, eventually, though she averted her gaze before her one time paramour had the chance to mirror it.


Luca set everyone loose into the Fort with a good-natured command, and Saga bid her brother and empty-handed guardian goodbye, leaving to find Honrin.


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Tristan's head pounded a little as he stood vigil around the corners of the Fort. He'd not slept much, and when he'd tried, he'd snapped awake from a nightmare. It was such a ridiculous comparison to the last time Tristan had taken part in a Summit. Back then he'd been at Izrian's side, coming back to visit family. Tristan had been overjoyed at the idea of all the packs meeting, now he was terrified. He couldn't help but imagine assassination attempts, hidden persona's behind friendly and diplomatic faces. Casa burning because a pack decided to ignite the pack of knights whilst they were caught off guard. Just to get some sleep, Tristan had drank perhaps a bit too much herbal tea and other tinctures, waking up late and dragging himself to the Fort to help prepare.

The fresh air had helped to clear Tristan's head a bit, but it still pounded like any worthy hangover. But it wouldn't stop the Callow from remaining vigilant as the visiting packs began to make their appearance. Tristan wasn't positioned with other guards, instead he patrolled around the border of the Fort, making sure there weren't any figures skulking around the currently dead parts of central Casa. After the last pack entered, Tristan could hear Luca begin his welcoming speech, which was a good enough indicator that things were clear. The Callow made his approach slowly, keeping to the side of the crowd and picking out faces with his hazel eye and counting heads. One ear listened to Luca, the other remained focused on it's surroundings, trying to find a reason for Tristan's nightmares to be justified.
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Izrian Firebringer

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Leaders from all over were arriving at Casa for the Summit, and Izrian had mixed feelings about it all. The last Summit, she’d been one of those leaders on her very first democratic trip, having been named Sannindi only a short time before. Now Vinátta was lost, her family apparently scattered, and she was here starting over after having been lost for years with no memory, then flecks of memory. She knew that the leaders showing weren’t the same ones as at the last Summit, and that many of the packs that had been represented then had disbanded, but it still brought back those feelings of failure.


Part of her wanted to hide away in her room until the Summit was over, or keep herself busy with patrols and not partake in the social aspects – but Tristan wanted to try and to see him overcome the anxiety he’d been battling with since his own return to Casa, she couldn’t not be there to support him. So, the Firebringer had to woman up and make herself pretty, putting on a form-fitting white dress, braiding her hair and putting it half up, wearing her frithr and a silver bracelet and some other finery and finishing it all with her Cadet cloak. Once she was ready, she moved up the stairs and out of the Fort, into the courtyard that so many had worked to get ready for this event.


The murmuring of conversation was loud as she approached the doors, and she hesitated a moment, fingers hovering an inch from the door. She could still turn back and hide from the memories of the last Summit. She didn’t have to take in the proud faces of all of these leaders, she could just hide away, Tristan would understand. Her lungs expanded in a deep breath and she closed her eyes, then opened them and pushed the door open, glancing around immediately for Tristan. It didn’t take her long to find him not far from the fountain and then she was gliding across the floor toward him – seeing Tristan and nothing else.


When she got to his side, she pressed up against him and wound her arms around him, tucking her head beneath his chin. The body language of pride and celebration would come in a few minutes – right now, she was feeling overwhelmed, and noticing her future mate’s anxiety, and that was all she could focus on now. Tristan’s ears were pointing in different directions, and she squeezed him tightly, letting out the breath she’d drawn in what seemed like forever ago.



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Their journey had been long and Percival was dog-tired. But as they reached the last leg of their trip and made footfall on foreign soil, a spark of energy ignited from deep within the young man's core and any exhaustion weighing him down was immediately forgotten. Unable to keep the bewilderment from his bearded face, the Diplomat scanned the walls of Fort Kingsbury as the gate grew closer and closer until, finally, he was through.


They were here: Casa di Cavarlieri.


He was frisked, as were they all, and anything deemed a weapon was taken for safekeeping. This didn't bother Percy, who preferred hand-to-hand combat if diplomacy couldn't stave off a fight, and he trusted that the Cavaliers knew what they were doing. He was only too willing to comply with the rules of the Summit, especially if everyone else had to as well, since he saw the merits in them. Besides, if Percival was a member of Casa, he would want his pack to be in full control when playing host to so many others.


At any rate, he was a Diplomat at a diplomacy summit: he was here to be civil, cooperative, and considerate.


Once the last of the leaders and representatives from other packs made their way through the gates, a tall man wrapped in a purple cloak addressed them and Percy's thoughts stilled as he listened. Three years ago. That these summits didn't happen terribly often left the young Parhelion with a swell of pride in his chest. Because he was here, now, at this one; who knew when the next would be?


Once Luca's speech concluded and he had given the guests permission to take in the sights of the fort and mingle with the others members of the attending packs, Percival turned his head to find each member of his own band of merry Caledonians before he broke with the rest of the crowd to get to work.


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The gypsy girl was not far behind Percy. She was in a strange land, and despite being eager to learn all about Casa and other packs, she was a bit tired and being close to Percy always gave her a comfort. Approaching Percival from behind, she came to his side and glanced up to him and smiled lightly as she took in his serious expression. Luca's speech was one that lessened the sting of loosing her throwing knives to the guards. There was understanding as to why, but it still made her feel a bit vulnerable. Inara didn't like hand to hand combat...she liked the distance the knives provided. There was understanding that everyone was to be cordial but still, Inara could not trust others....it was hard.


Dancing. It was the only thing that made her feel good about being here after loosing the knives. Perhaps she could charm all the realms with her grace. The idea caused her tail to wag behind her, but it stilled when she saw Percival walk away to do his Diplomatic duties. The loneliness she felt when he walked away hit her harder than she ever thought possible. Her ears went back for a second as she got her senses together. Standing in her lonely state for a moment she drew in a deep breath lifting her chin high. She was to represent Caledonia, and she planned to become its Captain. For now, she is their City Watch and so therefore representing the pack's strength and security.


Adorned in her newest garb. An orange and red dress with gold accents. She certainly did not necessarily look like someone that was potentially dangerous, but that was part of her charm...her goal. To be underestimated is what gave her the advantage. As she looked around the gathering, it was easier to find the guards and the ones in charge of defending their homelands. They were clad in metal, or clothing that made it easy to move. The gypsy practiced in heavy dresses and learned how to be graceful and quick in them. Could that give her an advantage or disadvantage from the restriction. She will find out...maybe she will get to spare with others and find out where her weaknesses are....but would it be worth it? It could show Caledonia's weakness. Inara would watch other's for now. She can gain a lot of insight from watching others.

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Bhasu was very excited with the activity within the pack. Leaders and a few select from all the packs had arrived within Casa's walls and he was eager to meet them and mingle a little. He dressed in his best to make sure he was a good representation of the pack before leaving his place to get to the reception of all the guests. He knew his guard shift would be tomorrow and so he wanted to get to know as many others as he could. This was a great opportunity for the Marino to mingle and as soon as their leader gave permission Bhasu didn't waste a single bit of time.


It was a great honor to be a part of a pack that looked to provide a peaceful and safe environment for diplomacy. He played a game as to figure out who was from what pack, however, he ended up with a smile. As everyone mixed together and began to talk he felt an air of joy rush through him. Everyone was eager to talk and learn about one another and in doing so they all looked like one joyous pack.



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Dry land was a blessed relief from the gods-cursed rocking of the Cavalieri ship. With every foot set upon solid ground the lord felt a little less green as his stomach began to settle and his gait began to steady. In ever-increasing good spirits he escorted the small entourage of his people, instructing them to comply with every stipulation these knights placed upon them, no matter how displeasing. And so he’d allowed the guards to raid his person despite the sudden flare of a slow-burning temper that simmered silently beneath noble visage. That they should lay their paws on such precious history— the heirloom dagger of the Eryn family— was an affront he bore for the sake of appearances...and something far more insidious.


Amid the throng they settled, laying eyes and ears on the sea of faces at which point in time Lord Eryn drew from his fine new robes a scrap of paper. Cyan eyes traveled from left to right and back again until with a grin he replaced it, adjusting his russet robe so it settled just-so about his svelte frame. Then his eyes roved the crowd, searching for the smoke of her hair and blood of her eyes.


Athras knew little of the Cavaliers in truth save that theirs was once the home of the Caledonian’s world-weary carpenter. He tried to picture the man, hale and hearty without the limp he bore in his stride or the silvered temples, wearing armor perhaps as their leader did now. By the accounts of his mysterious confidants the Cavaliers were a meddlesome folk, and the words of their leader painted the picture with clarity. The druid-son could hardly ignore the copious guards at their posts, scouting and scowling among the fort, penning them in. It soured his already tender gut with ill feeling and stirred the silky hairs of his crown.


Once dismissed the Lord-Regent acknowledged the strange faces that passed with feigned warmth, and sought those whose features were etched with the burdens of authority.

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Nayavota stood, back straight, beneath the west watchtower. She had never seen the Fort this clean and well-manicured, much less decorated with flowers and bright purple banners. A cool wind blew over the tall, stone walls and Naya glanced up at the packmate above her; she hoped it wasn’t too cold up there for them. Even dressed as they both were, thick-furred and rank-cloaked, it had to be chilly.

The Officer wasn’t on an assigned watch, but she was where the Lune or his council could direct her as needed. She wasn’t sure if she’d be called into the Fort rotation before the day was over, but if not, she’d saddle up one of the horses and go on patrol instead. Naya’s priority would be the northern border; if she had time to follow it southeast toward the Dampwoods, she would.

Tucking a loose strand of hair back into her crown-shaped braid, Nayavota listened to the first call from the borders. She rotated between watchtowers, passing rations up to the guards, when she heard the second. Naya tried not to pay attention to the luperci passing through their gates, some familiar and some not; she didn’t want to get distracted.

The third howl rose, and then the fourth, before Nayavota stopped to take a break. She ate a handful of dried berries beneath the awning of Guinevere’s shop, watching the diplomats mingle amongst the crowd. Saga held a child in her arms, and her brother Baelish stood beside her, but the rest were strangers to Naya; all except the tall, lanky coywolf who had nearly conned her all those moons ago.

A grin broke out on the Officer’s face, but the Lune’s voice stopped her before she could run up and say hello. Patience, Naya; it could wait. She limped out from beneath the awning and found a place at the edge of the crowd, ears twitching as Luca gave his grand speech. Three years. It had been three years since the last pack summit. She took a deep breath and ran her fingers over the sky blue, beaded necklace that hung over her heart; her parents weren’t even Cavaliers three years ago.

Nayavota scanned the crowd for the well-traveled elders, her children in tow. Lotai leaned against Mama’s leg and watched the proceedings with lazy curiosity. Kjindrah, on the other hand, was slung over Papa’s strong, graying shoulders; he seemed entranced by the Lune’s speech, his mouth slightly agape.

Nayavota smiled and turned her attention back to Luca. She would spend the morning and early afternoon with her sons, give them a quick bath, and then join her family at the ball in the evening; that sounded like a good plan. Before Naya could think on it further, she felt Honrin’s hand on her shoulder. She turned to congratulate him on getting Mistfell Vale’s diplomats there in one piece, but froze at the sour look on his face. The familiar smelling, paper-wrapped package in his hands.

The Lune stepped down from the fountain and dismissed the crowd, but the Officer wasn’t paying attention to that. She was paying attention to the gift in her brother’s hands. A gift from Falcon. Nayavota stared at it for a moment, a mixture of warm surprise and cold guilt spreading through her chest, before she took it from him. "Thank you," she whispered, hugging the package to her chest. "I'll open it when I get home." Naya offered Honrin a small smile, hoping to sweeten his sour expression, and returned to her work.

If she didn't, she knew she'd start crying—and she wouldn't be able to stop.

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So far, everything had gone off without a hitch. Everyone was on their best behavior, and the buzz of excitement that had been building for the last week was no coming to a head. Casa di Cavalieri sparkled like a crown jewel, and the gates were opened like welcoming arms to the other packs.

Aldora had escorted the Ashen inside; she had really been enjoying the company of Lyssa, a young coyote woman who was just as eager now as she had been when they first met. Boone and Nazario, however, seemed on edge; she could not blame them. They must have felt like they were entering the lion’s den.

She had tried to keep interactions as light hearted as possible, but also accepted the fact that there would be some uncomfortable moments; part of her wished she would be able to join them in the leader’s meeting, but it was not her place. They would all do fine… they had to. She doubted things would dissolve into violence.

Luca was waiting at the gates and greeted everyone who entered; Howland was busy disarming all the guests, and that was going well too. The guests were allowed to visit their rooms before they all gathered again in the Courthouse square. Aldora took the time to changed out her travel gear into her full set of leather armor and rank cloak.

Luca’s speech was friendly and forthright, and she stood near him, scanning those gathered. Everyone seemed excited, nervous; the atmosphere could be cut with a knife, but she could not sense anything overwhelmingly negative. What a grand opportunity to finally mingle with the other packs, learn about one another, see that… they were really all the same.

After Luca was finished, Aldora made her way back to the Ashen guests, explaining that they were now free to explore wherever they wished with her guidance.

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Baelish D’Angelo

The trip here hadn’t been as bad as he was expecting, but perhaps that was because he had a new lease on life. Everything seemed to be looking up, and he was finding he was becoming more and more like himself. Perhaps not the same head-strong and foolish man he had been before, but like a blade honed in the flame of despair, he had come out stronger.

Baelish joined Saga and Elijah on the trip; his sister had also decided to bring her young son with her. He was not quite sure why she had chosen to do so, Posey and even his own wife would have had no qualms watching the pup. But she had been adamant in a way that only Saga could be, a stalwart through and through.

Of course, the Elkenfrey did not really mind; he loved his newest nephew, but could not deny that the father of this pup was not the same as Daniel and Caspar… there was too much… coyote in him. Not that that was a bad thing, Baelish was anything but racist, it was just something to make note of.

They were escorted by Honrin, which he also appreciated; they had been trade partners for some time now. The trip was relatively easy, as they had once again taken the ship across the bay. Once to the Fort, they were disarmed (he readily gave up his dagger, which he barely knew how to use anyway). Honrin led them to their quarters before they were again drawn out into the Courthouse square.

It had been a while since Baelish had been here, but he could tell that they had spruced the place up, trying to put their best foot forward. It made sense, this whole thing was to make a statement after all, and that statement was that Casa di Cavalieri was strong. Crossing his arms as the Lune spoke, he turned to look at his sister’s face as she scanned the crowd; it was like she was looking for something… or someone.

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He had hated the look of it the moment they arrived, but held his tongue. O'Riley walked alongside the Boss, dressed in dark clothes. The leather tunic was of the highest quality, made by his grandmother and mother. Magic had been worked into this piece, Reykja had told him, and for this reason he wore it now.

They were putting their faith in things beyond his control – in these people, in words, in la familia who had come and who had stayed behind – and to surrender to belief was difficult for O'Riley. He forced himself to do so because he and Elphaba had decided this was for the best. What mattered to her was important to him, and to their rule as a whole.

His companions seemed more relaxed, though Igor was fidgeting. O'Riley could hear Nickodemus talking to his cousin, trying words in Russian. Some of them were more familiar than others (especially Igor asking about food), but O'Riley was trying not to focus on them. His attention was torn between trying to memorize the things and faces he saw and keeping an eye on Elphaba. Their escorts were quite serious about their duties and their promised protection, or so it seemed to O'Riley.

They had taken his sword before allowing them in. He was disgusted by the thought of these Outsiders handling it.

Despite this, he maintained a carefully fixed look of aloof disinterest. There were armed guards everywhere. Salsola was bound to draw attention, especially when they had so often been denied (or rejected) invitations among these lesser groups.

A golden wolf with dark hair called their attention. From his age and his garments O'Riley could assume his identity. Their escort, Teagan, bore a striking resemblance to him. She joined them soon after. It was understood that they would not be left alone.

Quite the turnout, he offered dryly. There were groups like their own keeping together. He pretended not to recognize some, and lingered on others whose descriptions had been told to him before.


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This leader summit was not something Tessa was familiar with. She couldn't remember if the Court had sent members to it last year, if it had even happened last year, but she loved the idea. Their pack could show off and hopefully impress everyone who visited them with their ability to host and provide for their guests.

Tessa and Margeaux both wore their best dresses, which, considering the state of Tessa's clothes, was not anything too fancy. It made her wish for the dress that had been ruined at the Court's last ball. Either way, she had neatened up the one she had to the best of her abilities, trimming the frayed parts of the edges off and mending a few holes where the fabric wasn't too delicate. She also wore all of her favorite pieces of jewelry. This wasn't to say that she was loaded down; Tessa understood the concept of simple elegance. Still, she wore a necklace and a bracelet adorned each wrist. She had loaned a necklace to Margeaux, too, which was a feather and a few pieces of sea glass from the Court on a leather strip. It was Tessa's second favorite, so if anything happened to it, she was not going to be happy.

The two gathered with the rest of the canines to listen to what the Lune had to say. Tessa felt a buzz of excitement and she was beginning to realize how she wanted to be more involved with things like this. She had gotten to help with decorations in the Court, which had been fantastic. She wanted to do that and more. Maybe next time there was to be a celebration, she would be able to help plan it.

As Luca spoke, Tessa's eyes scanned the newcomers. She wasn't able to tell by scent which packs they were from. The ones she had visited on her way to deciding to stay in Cour des Miracles apparently no longer existed. Unsurprisingly, there were new packs to take their place, which meant there were new relationships to build. Tessa hoped that she could play a part in that.
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Casa was busy with the hustle and bustle of arriving diplomats. Everyone had been busy with preparations, making sure that everything was as perfect as possible for their guests. The whole pack was buzzing with excitement, not only for making new alliances but for new trade routes and items that could be of use.



Armani had wanted to patrol the borders one last time before Luca would officially start the gathering. Dawn smiled and shook her head, knowing there would be no way to sway her lover. Silently she accompanied the russet woman on her patrol. Poking and tickling the woman only to get a reaction from the stoic giantess.



By the time Armani was satisfied with her patrol, Dawn knew they would be late. It seemed that she had always been late to gatherings, starting with the Hunters Feast and now the Diplomacy Summit's welcoming.


A light sigh escaped her coal tipped muzzle as she looked into the forest green of her lover's eyes. She couldn't be upset with Armani, no matter how late they would be. Shaking her head she chuckled softly We're going to be late. she said.



Taking Armani's hand in her own, lacing her fingers and gripping tightly she pulled Armani along toward Fort Kingsbury. The large woman didn't protest to Dawn's tugging, and for this she was thankful. She knew that Armani wouldn't have been satisfied if she hadn't gone on a patrol herself. Dawn enjoyed patrolling with Armani, though things always seemed to go much slower than she would have liked.



The large woman practically being dragged behind her, the pallid woman passed through the front gates of the fort. Her tail darting to and fro as she looked at the crowd that gathered near the fountain. The Lune's words rang clear, even at the distance the two girls were at.



She had slowed her pace, no longer dragging Armani along. Staying at the outskirts of the crowd, she had stopped her fussing over being late. Dawn was just happy to see the sea of bodies packed in front of the courthouse.




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Veri Secanti
Time still turns the pages of the book it's burned

  • Word Count: [440]
  • Date: Unk
  • Time: Day
  • Form: Optime
OOC Yeesh. I'm still alive. Sorry for delay. LMK if anything's mixed up.

The day had come. All at once the whirlwind of anxiety, the build up of preparations, would all come to full fruition over the next few days. She'd left early, in the scant hours of early morning before the sun's crescent had even breached the horizon so she could ride the Avalon across the water to Amherst, where she greeted her three charges: Athras Eryn, Inara Ailurus, and Percival Parhelion.


With her intended guests received and brief introductions made, they ventured back across to Casa's land to dock, where Veri began to lead them toward the heart of her home where all the packs who'd chosen to attend would gather. Along the way she actually fell into conversation with Inara, exchanging information and small tidbits or stories about one another's home. It was enlightening as well as relaxing, and the time flew by until the Fort rose in the distance, announcing itself to any who approached.


Veri proudly gestured to it as she led them closer, bringing the party of four to its entrance where Howland helped to collect any weapons her charges had brought and introducing her party to Luca who stood sentry at the Fort's gate. She suspected they were one of the last to arrive, but the Lune said nothing in reprimand and so she let the worry slide from her mind as she guided the Caledonians to their accommodations and ran them over the rules of the Summit once more just to be sure no miscommunications had been made.


The Cleric stayed near her charges for the remaining time before the first 'event', both as a potential guide should any of them be curious and to answer any further questions they might have had. Eventually, though, Luca's call echoed across the Fort, she led Athras, Inara, and Percival to the Town Square where the other summoned packs had begun to gather.


The Lune stood upon the edge of the fountain, taller than any here and easily drawing the attention of every canine. The golden knight gave it a few minutes to let everyone arrive, before spreading his arms wide and declaring welcome. From there, he launched into a welcoming speech for all the leaders, emissaries, and diplomats that had made the opportunity to take part in the first Summit in three years.


He didn't draw it out too much, however, and soon he drew to a close and stepped down from the fountain, dismissing all to the winds. Veri turned to her guests, smiling kindly upon all three. "So, what shall you like to do or see first?"

I have so much to say but you're so far away

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