Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20171226225247/@comment-28358106-20171230212716

Adelaide's smile fades, her brows arching in sympathy at what Baku has said. "That is most unfortunate to hear, but if, as you say, the Faction has taken over the city, then it is my hope that the improvement to their lot was swift.  And you needn't thank me, darlings.  A Realm is nothing without its subjects.  Under the arching reach of reason, all should have equal access to the rights unto which they are granted upon arrival in the world we all share."

She turns again. "Fortunately, her partner is well, and remains so." She looks out through the parted tapestry that frames the tall windows, and outside, visible in the freezing drizzle, is another Harpy. This one is sharper of bearing, with vibrant, earthy plumage. Around her they can see an invisible bubble that surrounds her, the drizzle bouncing off of the magic sphere. She looks fairly comfortable as she perches on the stone balustrade, watching the skies with a keen eye.

"I have all faith that Paisley shall have a swift recovery...ahaha..." she gives a self-effacing chuckle at her own terrible pun, "...And rejoin her duties shortly.  And to answer your question, master...Markel, I believe?  No, the letter she carried was utterly ruined.  A fairly smeared lump of pulp, in fact.  But her duty was carried out, as she has done so with the highest integrity that has been expected of her for many years now, the precious dear."

At her last words, Adelaide walks back over to the other side of her desk and begins settling down, her wings going limp and draping around her neck into a cape. As she does so, Asja comes in with a tray of tea thing, followed by a human male page who carries another silver tray with a cover over it. Asja begins preparing and steeping the tea, while the page sets his tray down and bows.

"Than you, Jeter." Adelaide nods without looking at him, and the page returns the nod and leaves.

"So do tell me," Adelaide continues, engaging in small pleasantries before they take heavier discussion. "I am interested to hear of your trip through the northern borders.  It gave you little trouble, I trust?" She folds her hands as she raises her brow, her keen yellow irises standing out against her black sclera as she focuses on them all, waiting on their opinions.