THEED PALACE, NABOO
Shortly after With Fresh Eyes
Shortly after With Fresh Eyes
The influx of bodies into the Queen's chambers had shaped the agenda of the day.
While Naboo was still in the early stages of recovery, the outpouring of support had provided the monarch with direction. Her Majesty knew what allies, assets, and aide she had at her disposal. This, overall, was good for the southern jewel. But, having so many speaking over one another was not conducive to creating an action plan. So it was that an appointed time was offered to all who had made the journey to Theed. So it was that Vynter patiently awaited his moment.
During the moments in-between, the Emissary was permitted to tarry within the Palace. Vynter chose a balcony only a few corridors away from the meeting rooms. This would permit a prompt arrival when the time came, but also a view of the capital city. For a time, his hands rested upon the railing, eyes settled upon the horizon. His mind was a whirlwind: where Naboo no doubt saw numerous allies manifesting out of the ether, Vynter saw vultures circling overhead. Very few, if any, gave assistance for free. Even his liege sought a partnership - not charity.
For the Queen's sake, he hoped the world's circumstances did not yield any raw deals.
When the hour came, Vynter quietly strode into the meeting chamber with minimal fanfare. As he had once before, the Emissary offered a polite bow in greeting. "Thank you for meeting with you, your Grace." he began. "It was heartening to see the outpouring of support for Naboo this afternoon."
Pleasantries aside, now his own mission could begin.
While Naboo was still in the early stages of recovery, the outpouring of support had provided the monarch with direction. Her Majesty knew what allies, assets, and aide she had at her disposal. This, overall, was good for the southern jewel. But, having so many speaking over one another was not conducive to creating an action plan. So it was that an appointed time was offered to all who had made the journey to Theed. So it was that Vynter patiently awaited his moment.
During the moments in-between, the Emissary was permitted to tarry within the Palace. Vynter chose a balcony only a few corridors away from the meeting rooms. This would permit a prompt arrival when the time came, but also a view of the capital city. For a time, his hands rested upon the railing, eyes settled upon the horizon. His mind was a whirlwind: where Naboo no doubt saw numerous allies manifesting out of the ether, Vynter saw vultures circling overhead. Very few, if any, gave assistance for free. Even his liege sought a partnership - not charity.
For the Queen's sake, he hoped the world's circumstances did not yield any raw deals.
When the hour came, Vynter quietly strode into the meeting chamber with minimal fanfare. As he had once before, the Emissary offered a polite bow in greeting. "Thank you for meeting with you, your Grace." he began. "It was heartening to see the outpouring of support for Naboo this afternoon."
Pleasantries aside, now his own mission could begin.