[member="Anya Venari"]
The Star Queen was the supreme ruler of Kaeshana. What was more she was the High Priestess of the Goddess, anointed as her emissary. All Eldorai must be faithful to her, lest they transgress not just against the Matriarchy, but also against the Goddess and thus commit apostasy. This was the theory, for reality was often very different. Infighting at the Eldorai court was often vicious, in less than ten years Kaeshana had endured two civil wars over claims to the throne.
Now the line of House Venari was almost decimated, hence why it was such a cause of rejoicing that the Queen was with child. Tarissa knew this all well, for she had grown up at the Court of Courts and played the game, being on the receiving end of both royal favour and punishment.
Nonetheless, appearances must be maintained and the Queen was the Queen. This one also seemed to have a brain, which was very rare among elves these days. Even if she was just a bit too close to certain foreigners. So it was with respect that Tarissa approached Anya. As the woman stretched out her hand she bent her head down and gave it a kiss. No slobbering and equally no long lingering on her hand, it was all kept traditional and formal as it should be.
She appropriately curtseyed before addressing the Star Queen. "I thank you for receiving me, Your Majesty. I hope your pregnancy is going well. It is a cause of great rejoicing for all of Kaeshana," she spoke. Her accent was clipped and refined as she spoke in Eldarai, though she was capable of speaking Basic with a bit of an accent since she had actually taken a time to learn it. Tarissa was wearing an elegant but rather conservative black dress that covered her arms. She wore jewellry sparingly, enough as befitted her rank and the occasion, but was not ostentatious about it.
"There are some matters of concern I've deemed it wise to bring up, especially since the Council of Nobles is taking an interest. One being unrest in the Visitors' Quarter - foreigners are clamouring for 'greater rights' and permission to reside outside it. Their merchant guilds have the impertinence to make demands. It's caused unrest among our people and there's been rumblings about strikes and boycotss, as distasteful as the plebs being unruly is. I will not deny that the monkeighs are useful and the old line of throwing them out is outdated, as Your Majesty wisely recognised, but there has to be some line to regulate them."
Otherwise more Eldorai might be corrupted by their foreign ways. Good heavens, they were already voraciously consuming Corellian pop music!
"Furthermore, there's the, how shall I put it, Protectorate's debacle on Coruscant. Boldly its forces may have ridden and also well, but supreme dash can clearly not win the battle for a capital planet when there is not even the hint of coordination and the two heads of state foolishly fight as common grunts. Word is that Lady Cira has perished in battle...or worse was captured. It's a cause of regret for us...and encouragement for unreformed reactionaries who want to turn the clock back. Has any word been received from the vaunted Protectorate about what their plans are? And what they might demand of their member states?"
Like new taxes and troops. Then again Tarissa had been informed that these days battles were won by small elite groups and that fleeting was background noise, except in certain circumstances, which made it a bit strange that everyone was building big warships. Given the fact that a man was in charge this miserable state of events was no surprise to Tarissa.
