Incubo'mora returned the soft cheek pecks freely to both fellow Illharesses. Keeping one arm linked with Xia'sol she motioned with the other to the building. "I am glad you think so. The last meeting place was far too plain......not to mention the sigma it now carries for being a place Illharesses were held hostage in." She shook her head at the memory. Noticing the politeness of Kimia’s escort she bowed her head in return. Respect was in turn to be rewarded with respect.
“Mmm, perhaps later you ladies will do me the honour of accompanying me to a play at the Theatre? It would be a fantastic place for us to unwind after the meeting.” Mora quipped.
The twins, Neith & Satis, knew better then to hound their mother about when she is tending to her allies. Incubo’mora was quite comfortable with the two Illharesses, and she did not want the close presence of her two favourite guards to send the wrong message. Instead, they opted to keep close to their flamboyant young sister. Their brother, Maahev could take care of himself, though they would keep an eye on him from afar regardless.
Philomela stretched for a moment, and then cartwheeled her way over to Nasrin (to the annoyance of the mute twins, who quickly followed after her) and her siblings. She made a deep bow before speaking from underneath the mirror mask. “Fantastic to see you all here, but I am curious…to which of you do I speak if I need a few costumes done for a new play of mine?” Even with a mask on one could sense her smile in her voice.
On another front Maahev was preoccupied with the arrival of the M’elzar entourage, led by his older half-brother of course. How much had been fought over Cal’atar? How many lives were lost to have him know his mother? Maahev watched them; not maliciously so, but he could not deny himself that he had always been envious of the brother who’s shadow he lived under in his mother’s eyes for the longest time; the brother whom he had never properly met but had tried to emulate, in his early years, regardless.
Where Cal’atar was the wished for a child of a sweet affair, Maahev was a child born out of duty to a mate his mother hated. “What parallels.” The golden-eyed drowussu male mused to himself.
He tilted his head to the side with a look of mild curiosity. The light elf with Cal’atar was surely Umrae’anna, Incubo’mora’s former teacher. It was amazing that they would bring her out to a crowd of drowolath. If such differences could be looked past, then surely this city could find the will to move past this war as well.
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