Collecting Thoughts ~ Dort Embassy, Chy22nd, late TT

[Mairi Armstrong]

Mairi sat at her desk in her office, her head resting on one hand and her other twisting a red curl that had fallen from the bun she had hastily twisted the rest into. Her mind was unsettled - had been for a while now - and a knot of anxiety had taken up residence in her stomach.

She shuffled through a few papers, skimming the contents. The message just delivered from Barrett caught her eye - airships? She had absolutely no experience in that area, but she liked the idea of involving Hafne craftsmen. It might boost the regeneration of the city, and give them something important to work for. She noted down a reply and put it in the 'completed' pile.

These were mere distractions, though, from the issue that was foremost in her mind - tomorrow. For tomorrow she would be returning to Islay to try and negotiate some sort of peace with the Clans, and the thought terrified her. The Duke wasn't even around to ask for advice! She lay her head on the desk and shut her eyes, trying her best not to think about it. Tomorrrow would bring what it would bring - what could she do?

[Grey Wolf]

The Embassy was strangely quiet that Tradetide, almost as if everyone was away on some errand, and thus Mairi had a perfectly still moment all for herself. It was then that her foot brushed against another piece of paper, a message resting on the floor under the desk, tucked neatly under one edge of the table. It was an invitation of sorts, written on a clear white paper.

Share with us Our Handfasting Day


Eileena Bannon

and

Ulderon Synkaaros


Request the Honour of Your Presence at their Ceremony of Handfasting
on Merday, the Twenty-Second of Chyril
Twelve Hundred and Twenty Five

At the Fifth Mark of Tradetide

Isle of Citadel
Dragonbed Beach
NorthEast Shore

Under the more formal handwriting was scrawled a short note in Thavia's neat hand.

You are of course invited as part of the Emabssy staff. Not sure if I will be around to tell you myself, but there should be a coach at the stables.

Thavia

[Mairi Armstrong]

Mairi picked up the piece of paper that she had just noticed, her eyes skimming over the words as she took them in.

blah blah handfasting...blah blah...THE FIFTH MARK OF TRADETIDE!

The wedding had completely slipped her mind, and there wasn't much time if she wanted to get there. She didn't exactly know the couple well, but it was a networking opportunity (another one) and she should probably show her face as a representative of the Embassy.

She quickly ran her hands over her hair and rooted through her wardrobe in search of something to wear. She picked out her dark blue silk dress - smart enough for the occasion and she wasn't exactly hoping to upstage the bride. She dabbed a little powder on her face, and deftly ran kohl over her eyes before spritzing a little perfume onto her neck. Then, grabbing her boots, she dashed out of the door and down to the stables.

ooc:I'll be seeing you at the handfasting then...

[Vanadius]

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