diplomacy

Ghita Marino · 07-28-2011, 06:07 PM

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Obviously, this will eventually need a call to Skye if she has the time, but for now it's open to any member of Cercatori D'Arte who would answer. Ghita's come to report Jade Nightengale trespassing on Crimson Dreams lands. Backdated 12 July, 2011 — late afternoon. Optime form.

She was furious. The mother of five couldn't understand what sort of generation had been growing up around them — people just didn't know how to respect borders anymore, and it was disgraceful. How could they simply roam around, treating the world as if they owned everything? Did their parents have no sense? Clearly not, as Crimson Dreams had suffered one trespasser too many in the previous days. She could do nothing about her niece — Rio's mother was a figure she had no desire to consult on the problem — but she could certainly complain to the leader of the others. The boy had been a child, but the woman should have known better. So in her frustration, the huntress of Crimson Dreams had set out for Cercatori D'Arte, a pack she knew only by word of mouth and scents she'd caught from hunting.

The journey hadn't been as long as she'd expected, most of the time spent navigating the forest between the two packs, and she reached the borders just before the sun set. Her four-legged body took its time to transform into the petite, athletic bipedal shape she utilized for projects — and diplomatic interactions. Feet elongated, toes widened and spread, her skeletal system shifted around until she was able to stand upright. Now the fun began. She released a call into the air, one that displayed her agitation and requested someone of status to appear — she had no time to talk to the underlings, as the matter was one that could only be handled by the leadership, but she expected some fool would hear the call and try to muscle their way into the conversation. It wouldn't matter. Once the leader was present, she wouldn't have a reason to talk to the rest of the masses that might come. With the call set out, it was merely a moment of waiting, patiently...or impatiently, as was usually the case with Ghita Marino.

Taliesin Dir Rhiannon · 07-28-2011, 07:41 PM

((I'm not a leader...but you did say any underling. And the boy is his kid. LOL And Ghita is Tal's adopted brother's mate. Yay getting to meet more family. LOL))

Tal heard the agitated call, and headed to the borders. He hadn't been far from the borders, he took the time to walk them, hoping to greet newcomers, to continue to prove his worth daily. He quickened his pace as he got closer, and it didn't take long for the white male to spot the one who presumably called. He halted a few foot away, close enough he didn't have to shout, but far enough away that her personal space was respected. He stood tall, as was his right as a pack member on his own border. If a higher ranked wolf arrived, he would change posture accordingly. His tail laid loosely, wagging just slightly, showing he held no ill will towards the woman.

"Greetings. I'm Tal." He could tell her scent was from Crimson Dreams, the same pack Jazper was in. He gave a relaxed smile. The two packs held no ill will towards each other that he knew of. "How can I help you, ma'am?" It was early evening, the time of day he loved the best. The sun had just set, staining the clouds with crimson and golds, and shades of pink in every tone.

He wished his son were here to observe proper greetings. He had no way to know that his son was part of the reason the woman was here.

Ghita Marino · 07-29-2011, 04:09 PM

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Though it didn't take long for someone to appear, Ghita was in no mood for amused chatter and offered no smile. With arms crossed, she stared at the white stranger, frowning when she realized it wasn't the leader she had expected — it certainly didn't smell like the leader she'd expected. He halted a distance away, enough to offer comfortable space between them as his tail wagged subtly behind him; his greetings ensued. This was 'Tal', and he offered help. Ghita grunted out an acknowledgement, pushing back the lazily kept locks of brown hair. "Ghita Marino, of Crimson Dreams. This is Cercatori d'Arte, yes? I am here to talk to your leader about a recent trespasser on Crimson Dreams lands." Only the woman really mattered — the boy had been young, and was exempt for the time being as they were considerate of youth. The female, however, was not; Jade would have to be dealt with by her own leader, and that was the purpose of the visit.

Quietly, she hoped that this Tal would not make her wait much longer before calling for whatever creature ran the pack that was so close to her own — it wasn't that she was unfriendly, though she sometimes had her moments, but that she simply wanted to return home before the sun rose again. Not that she expected the meeting to last that long. Any leader worth their salt understood the problem with trespassing members, and she didn't believe a fight would be caused for only one member who had done only one thing.

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