Private A Glimpse Beyond

[Iandre Athlea]

The sight of the Diarchs and two others having a duel caught her attention. Their fighting styles were far different from what she had ever seen. She stayed for the duration and decided she wanted to meet the man. She had seen the woman around a bit and would have other chances to speak with her. He, on the other hand, was a stranger, and she was curious.

She sent him a message requesting that he come to a cafe in Ravlin, making sure it was an easy one to find. Sitting outside, she drank the caff and enjoyed the warmth as it went down. Setting the mug on the table, she waited.

She wore what made her comfortable: her grey robes. Her hair was braided and hung down her back. The thought of cutting it flittered through her mind, but she dismissed that. She didn't even know why she was so attached to the braids, but she didn't want to lose them.

As people walked through the market, she noticed the man approaching and stood up to wave him over.

"Thank you for coming. I'm Iandre Athlea."

A simple introduction, and she took her seat.

"What would you like to drink?"

Vulpesen

 

[Vulpesen]

"Vulpesen Torrevaso," the Valde answered simply. He was wearing the same armored cloak that he had worn to the duel and behind him, a black tail flicked back and forth idly. Answering the request to meet had largely been done on a whim, and as he touched the force, Vulpesen could sense that Iandre stood some ways below where he, Ra, and the Diarchs were in terms of power. A whim indeed... Still, whims did often come with rewards. As he settled into his chair, his pointed Sephi-like ears flicked at the offering of a drink. "I've never been the sort to turn down a good drink. Thank you."

A small smile curved on his lips as he settled in more comfortably and his tail whipped around to lay in his lap. "So, what can I do for you, miss Athlea? Judging by the circumstances, I can only assume you were in the arena when the Diarchs and I had our little discussion." While there had been no real aggression or ill intent, the exchange had certainly been out of most diplomatic norms. Even most Zorrens didn't start their debates with weapons drawn, though it wasn't unheard of for negotiations to turn there eventually.

Iandre Athlea