Public Ringing in a New Era

[Serala Nylarr]

Location: Mayoral Mansion, Tormaine, Lazerian
Objective: Be recognized as an adult and new Lady Mayor
Attire: Red Outfit
Tags: Caelan Valoren | OPEN

The Tormaine Mayoral mansion was abuzz with activity. The ancestral home of House Nylarr was to be host to a grand soirée on the eve of the head of the household, Serala Nylarr becoming an adult and taking her place as the official Lady Mayor of Tormaine. This may not be a long-term thing. There was a good chance that she would give the mantle up to her brother in ten years or so. Her uncle, Vorlag, still favored his prized student though, so perhaps House Nylarr would spurn its traditions and accept a female head. In soft whispers and secret training sessions Serala was told by her uncle she would be Queen one day. Perhaps that was when she would hand over Tormaine to her younger sibling, when she had all of Lazerian to rule.

Though Serala was greatly beginning to doubt her time as Queen was going to come, as her distant cousin Caelan Valoren had taken up the crown of the Kingdom of Devit. That was another bittersweet pill for Serala. While she did not truly feel the Obsidian Syndicate belonged on Lazerian IV, while they were in command Tormaine prospered more than ever. And when they had chased off the true heirs to the throne, the small amount of royal blood that Serala had in her veins could have been enough for her to take over. Now the Valoren had come back to power and been the ones to rid the planet of the Obsidians.

But Serala couldn't focus on that now. Things were in motion. Her training and making her own mark on Tormaine was what was important. Her cousin had started making decisions for the whole of the planet. He had removed them from the Galactic Alliance. A choice that Serala would have gladly supported, but the fact that it was made without consideration from the rest of the planet's nobles was something that Serala might have to make a deal about that if these things continued. That would take time, however. For now, she needed to be seen as the person who ran things here in Tormaine.

Her outfit and all the other adornments were now ready for Serala to make her grand entrance. She did stop at the doorway and waited for her maid to confirm that all was in order. The new Lady Mayor of Tormaine then gave a nod which was passed along. Trumpeting music started as Serala made her way into the main hall of the Mayoral Mansion. She held her head high as the herald called out her name and her new title that she would officially take when the next day started. For all she knew this party would still be going on then. Her uncle stood tall next to the mayor's seat. Serala strode confidently down the aisle way. She reached the seat she had sat in many times before only to have her uncle hand out rulings in her stead. Tomorrow her life began for real. Tonight was her opportunity to prove to the galaxy that she had arrived.

"Friends, family, and honored guests. Welcome. To say I'm overwhelmed would be an understatement, but it's not from the weight of what this day means. It's from the sight of all of your faces gathered here. I see the people who have watched me grow, who have guided me, and who have been my companions through childhood. Thank you for being here to celebrate with me.

For eighteen years, I have been the daughter of this house. Today, I stand before you not just as a daughter, but as the head of the house. I know I have much to learn, but I am ready to face the challenges ahead. I am ready to lead with the wisdom passed down to me and with the strength I have found within myself.

This is a new chapter for me, and for our house. It is my deepest wish to honor the legacy of those who came before me while also forging a new path. A path that is prosperous, just, and filled with compassion for all.

Thank you again for sharing in this momentous day. Now, let us eat, drink, and be merry!"​

 

[Franceline Dawer]

> "[...] Thank you again for sharing in this momentous day. Now, let us eat, drink, and be merry!"

"YEEAAAARGH, HUZZAH! HUZZAH! HUZZAH!"

- Shouted a woman inappropriately early, pumping her right fist in the air between every triumphant hurrah. Her congratulatory screeching, approaching its end, was joined by her gloved hands striking eachother to generate a muffled clap - muffled by what seemed to be their leather exterior. Her clothing, much like her gloves, was black. Various mixed shades of brown and black, coming together to tie her up in a nice tweed hunting suit accentuated by her breeks, which ended upon a barely visible pair of featureless black boots.

It was a homely outfit, easy on the eyes, but once again, like the clapping, uncannily unbefitting of the occasion - just barely.

It felt as if the people present were momentarily stunned by her display, before they too broke out in a much gentler, aristocratic and nuanced uproar - with some folks in the back trying to stifle their laughter diplomatically. The figure, however, did not care or stand idle. In fact, she moved through the crowd, evidently looking around for someone or something, before ultimately settling with picking off drinks from a bartender's platter, trying them one after the other.

Which unfortunately meant for him that he'd have to stand still, holding said platter in order to service her seemingly unending thirst.

Serala Nylarr
A Phoenix

 

[Caelan Valoren]

Caelan was, appropriately, present for this occasion. Should he have been? Perhaps not. Perhaps he should have been with his children given everything that had happened of late. At the same time, he recognized that Tormaine had grown. With its growth came a larger base for power, and a larger base for power presented potential complications. His father had never said anything negative about their extended family, at least not that he remembered, but it didn't mean they could be ignored, either. Nor should the King ignore when someone of royal descendance came of age and took over as mayor of a major city.

He didn't make a grand entrance or anything like that. The few who noticed him enter just as the young woman in question began to speak moved to bow, but he waved away the gesture. This wasn't about people paying respects to him, this was about the new mayor of Tormaine. She spoke well for someone just coming into the role. At the end of her speech, he joined others in clapping respectfully.

Though, strangely enough, there was someone who clapped somewhat less respectfully. He frowned at that, but when he saw them taking glasses from a tray, he figured they just might be a little bit drunk. Unbecoming, but not unheard of. Deciding it wasn't worth worrying about, he started maneuvering through the crowds in the direction of the new Mayor of Tormaine, politely declining a drink each time it was offered to him, and indicating he would come back to chat with those who wished a moment of his time.

"Congratulations, Mayor," he said when he drew near to her, nodding his head in greeting and wearing a warm smile. "Have big plans for Tormaine?"

ATTIRE: LINK | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Franceline Dawer | Serala Nylarr ​

 

[Franceline Dawer]

Holding a half-emptied glass with her left hand, her head rose away from the platter and followed the finely dressed man who was making his way to the host. Upon his arrival -while he was busy greeting Serela- the guest turned the rest of her body towards the pair, giving the servant much needed reprieve and an opportunity to leave for refills.
Her change of focus was not discreet.

Caelan Valoren Serala Nylarr

 

[Veyra Shuun]

Tag: Serala Nylarr Franceline Dawer Caelan Valoren

Did she belong here? No. Absolutely not. Was she going to let that stop her? No, not really. Adjusting her hair and dress, Veyra worked to manage the persona she had carefully crafted for herself. Her pose, her manner of walking, her stare; it was all an act of course. It worked to a degree, it gave her an aura of presumed belonging. Which was part of the role of being a person of authority.

She stopped by the table where food and drink was being served, and collected up the offered goods. It would help with the image she put forth, as she raised her drink to her lips and sipped on the alcohol contents of the glass. A smudge of her lipstick lingered on the glass, and much like a stain, it served to annoy her.

Did she have a plan? Not exactly, but the concept was there. Make political connections, try to finesse her position, and maybe climb up to be some friend of the political system.

Of course this whole plan was a stretch, and frankly, she should have just taken off instead of trying to be the chameleon.

 

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

Adrikobe was among the applause, well-composed and collected as ever. He was situated in the midst of the crowd, where he preferred to be during events like this.

He was rather invested in Lazerian IV, given the world was a relatively valuable Industrial & Economic Hub, coupled with the fact he might be able to make connections with the new leadership of Tormaine compelled him to attend the event.

Working his way through the crowd, Adrikobe was able to slip in relatively close to Serala Nylarr , though still waited for the right moment to approach her.

Following Caelan Valoren 's inquiry, Adrikobe seized the moment to insert himself into the situation.

"I'm curious as well. Tormaine has a lot of potential, and I imagine you seek to tap into it."

After his statement, Adrikobe quickly spoke again:

"Ah, where are my manners? Pardon my intrusion." He extended a hand towards the Mayor, a formal smile on his face.

"Adrikobe Kellrule, KGM, perhaps you've heard of me?"

 

[Serala Nylarr]

Location: Mayoral Mansion, Tormaine, Lazerian
Objective: Be recognized as an adult and new Lady Mayor
Attire: Red Outfit
Tags: Caelan Valoren | Franceline Dawer | Veyra Shuun | Adrikobe Kellrule

As the brief crowd applause died down Selara took her seat and smiled as she looked out at those gathered. It was not just "her people" that were present. She saw many faces that she did not recognize that were dressed far too well to be peasants who were also invited to see her become their new Lady Mayor. Business types that would come to sell their wares. Some who would likely try to take advantage of a green young lady. Those fools would find out soon how ready for this job Selara was.

The presence of her cousin, the King of Devit, should not have been a shock to Selara. But House Nylarr had been quietly opposing some of Caelan's action and Tormaine has been basically been operating in isolation since the arrival of the Obsidian Syndicate, so maintaining that distance would have been something that Uncle Vorlag advised of Selara. When Caelan approached Selara flushed at first, but she cleared her throat and collected her wits as he addressed her.

"Thank you, Your Majesty," Selara couldn't help a little bit of animosity seeping into her tone. Her uncle cleared her throat as he stood over her right shoulder. Selara's smile became more innocent, and she even gave a light laugh to change the tone. As Selara formed her response to the King's question a well dressed businessman, possibly of nobility from somewhere in the galaxy passed and approached adding his own curiosity of Tormaine's plans. "Tormaine has been thriving in these few years. Did so even with the threat of the Syndicate hanging over our heads. While I would like to continue to expand this era of success, I will be cautious to attempt any quick growth. I don't believe my ascension demands any rash new plans. I would listen to ideas from the crown, but Tormaine will continue to do things its own way."

"Welcome Mr. Kellrule," Selara greeted the man with a smile. She tried mightily to place his name or his company in the many galactic companies she had been presented with in the last several months leading up to tonight. Adrikobe's offered hand was answered with Selara offering her hand palm down for Adrikobe to do with as he deemed fit. "Metals? From the Mid Rim somewhere? You have something that you would like to work out on Lazerian?"

Vorlag must have been pleased with Lady Selara's change in tone as he decided to step away from the interaction between his niece and the King. With a gentle touch on Selara's shoulder, Vorlag stepped down from the dais and approached a foreign woman ( Franceline Dawer ) who had taken an interest in the interaction between the distant cousins. The woman was dressed adequately, but not fancy. Vorlag gave her a smile, "Are you here seeking business with Tormaine? I oversee the Lady Mayor's schedule. I am sure she will have time to visit a little throughout the night, but if you would like to give me your information, I can be sure to have her office reach out to you as well."

Though most official business was run through Vorlag, Selara knew that she could not lean on him forever. As such she had one of her ladies in waiting circulating around the room. If Selara was going to extend beyond what her uncle would teach her she would need her own contacts. She would need to stick her neck out and take on new things. Even if they didn't show up right away in the day to day of the dealing of Tormaine. This Lady, Astraea, who was taking on this task for Selara was circulating through the event. Noting the faces that were not familiar to Tormaine, or even Lazerian, and gauging whether she should present them to her Lady Mayor or approach herself. One such stranger was a two-horned Zabrak. This one was quite intriguing, she had a fancy look but also a hint of danger. Astraea decided it was best to put herself out there. See what this person had hoped to gain from House Nylarr, and judge if it was authentic or a threat. "Welcome to Tormaine. I am Astraea, one of the Mayor's Ladies in waiting."​

 

[Adrikobe Kellrule]

Taking her hand, he opted to kiss it on her ring finger.

"Ord Mantel." Answered Adrikobe, with a formal nod. "I've been interested in Lazerian for awhile, yet the distance has stalled my efforts."

"I've been looking to expand our list of business partners, I figured Tormaine was the best place to start." He explained, maintaining a professional smile.

"I don't intend to bore you with the details, nor ruin your celebration, so perhaps we can discuss the matter another time?"
He proposed, reaching into his suit pocket.

He held what appeared to be a business card out to her.

"This will direct you to my Secretary. Just let me know if you're interested. I'll break out my finest bottle of Alderani wine and we can discuss the matter over a luncheon, if that's alright with you."

With that, his gloved hands retreated to his back, resting there as he awaited her response.

Serala Nylarr

 

[Franceline Dawer]

The fox-huntress-looking woman shook her head while maintaining a soft smile. "No business, I'm afraid." she assured the Noble. "Merely pleasure."
Adding to this, she extended her free hand towards Vorlag, her palm facing the floor and her fingers hanging limply in order to prepare him for her next request:

"It would be a great honour to my commoner line, if Your Hospitable Highness were to bless me with a dance."

After all of the drinks which she had downed so far, her request aimed at him was surprisingly coherent - and unsurprisingly bold. Regardless, she still seemed to be maintaining her balance well enough for such an endeavour, and going by her unwavering gaze - it was apparent that through his initiative to approach her on his own, Serala's Uncle had become her newest fixation in the function.

Serala Nylarr

("Vorlag")

 

[Caelan Valoren]

His eyes flicked past her to the man behind her when he cleared his throat. Eyebrows rose in question, but he didn't speak anything about it, and the man didn't say anything to them. Curious. This man he recognized as her uncle, but only from images and reports. He'd never met the man in person, though he was certain his father had probably spoken to him before.

Turning back to Serala, he nodded at what she said.

"You did well for yourselves, for which I am grateful," he replied, offering a small smile. "The crown cannot function without having regional leadership that is competent and willing. I don't find it necessary to meddle in the affairs of governors and mayors provided they are doing what's best for their people and the world as a whole."

This... interesting other man approached, completely ignoring Caelan, something which honestly surprised him as most headed straight for him. Not that he was offended by it. He listened to what was said between the two of them while taking a sip of juice from a glass he acquired. He didn't drink alcohol. Never had, probably never would. It went against his philosophy towards clear headedness. A clear head was the best way to make the surest, most responsible decisions. Alcohol impaired thinking, thus he avoided it.

There were many in the crowd around them as well, and he had the nagging feeling that things were off somehow, but not in the immediate threat way. Just the way that told him to be cautious in where he stepped.

"Business is good on Lazerian. Easy to move goods in and out thanks to the hyperlane."

Wasn't his way of approving of the potential business deal, just an innocuous comment. He was curious to see if it would draw any form of reaction.

ATTIRE: LINK | WEAPON: Lightsaber | COMPANION: BD-F8 | OTHER: Sigil Bead (Necklace), Prosthetic Left Arm

TAGS: Serala Nylarr | Franceline Dawer | Adrikobe Kellrule | Veyra Shuun​