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Youkimi folded the letter and tapped it to her wrist. For a moment, her gaze was in the middle distance as she thought over the letter. If if was an official summons, why wasn't it sealed? Why wasn't it signed? It seemed to her that it hadn't even been sent by means of mutual acquaintence. What kind of guarantee would she have that it was even going to be safe?

It was too uncertain, too strange. She needed answers to her question. It was probably better to send a letter out before her if she was to have a proper meeting arranged.

Her eyes flicked back to Dixon, seeing his urgency. A dry smile came to her face. "It's an unorthodox way of writing. I would prefer sanctioned permission before arriving at the palace again."

She tucked the letter away, intending to take it with her so that she could properly pen a reply. Unfortunately, she couldn't write directly to the one who sent it, she could write to those it concerned. The head chairwoman was mentioned. Perhaps she should instead use a mutual acquaintance. Would the prince oblige?

"If it is true... then it is undoubtedly a test, if not an outright trap."

She shook her head. Why not sign or seal the letter properly? Was it official, or wasn't it? Was it an attempt at caution? Seemed a silly way to hide one's identity. It was a worrisome bother.



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"I will likely pen a response once I return to a desk. However, as this is not an official summons, I can't confirm who sent it beyond it being someone who has no great feeling for me or the position that I might have. If I'm considered faux, then perhaps the title isn't official, which is dangerous a position without appearing at the palace if I am unwanted."

As she mentioned, though. She would rather it be an official summon, whether form the mouth of an official messenger, a properly sealed letter, or an invitation from someone she knew was a member of the council already and who she already met. Unfortunately, as the situation currently was, she couldn't accept the invitation as it stood.

A member of the old royal family... yes, the possibility was there. The only other clue that she focused on when she read over the letter was the mention of the head council woman, suggesting that the letter referred to this individual. Whether she had a scribe write this letter or if she penned it in the third person was still a question for debate, however.

Dixon's outburst, given the situation seemed a little cute to Youkimi at present. It was familiar and seemed to be cut out of a memory from such a long time ago. Perhaps that was from the core part of him that never had changed. She cleared her throat to disguise her chuckle.

"It's been a while since I've heard an outburst like that from you." She folded her arms outside of her sleeves, standing casually in the open air beside a river on the delta. "Unfortunately, nobility isn't as pretty as we like to make it look. It sounds like you don't like the dual-faced complexity of dealing with connections."

She couldn't blame him for that in the slightest.



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The moments were simple and seemed like they had stepped back through a wrinkle to younger days. It seemed as though they were simply traveling, as they had done in the past, and that they were accounting how they felt about things. By and large Youkimi listened and watched as she had done many times before. Every so often, she would allow a phrase to summarize what she heard, or perhaps a nugget of her own thoughts, but she was more than content to be within this moment. Whether it was what seemed to be distant youth momentarily coming back or whether it was just the pressures of the present and unforeseen future temporarily escaping, she felt more like herself again.

For those few moments, it was wonderful. She would like to return to this state of being more often. It had been long missed.

Now, what was there to do? There was still a country to stabilize. She wanted to get into contact with the Queen. She wanted to speak with her and to ensure that they were on the same footing, and to ensure that Ethe's queen knew that she was not alone for their people.

"Well.... there will be a few letters to write once I get back home. Wait for the responses. Though, at the moment, it feels about time for lunch." She gathered herself together and stood up from the log she had decided to perch on. "Will you join me, Dixon?"



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Some would argue that Youkimi's takeoff was a bit more graceful, if a bit less energetic then the count's had been. Nevertheless, the purpose was met and she was able to lift off and join him soon enough in the air. Her transition was smooth, soon dismissing the appearance of a woman in a robed gown to don the sleek blue feathers that gleamed as though to suggest they were frosted with ice or that they might suddenly burn with the intensity of a distant star.

Once aloft, it seemed an easy matter to begin leading the way back to civilization and to a place where they might purchase a meal or buy what they needed to set themselves aside and have their fill. There might not have been many places designed specifically to feed others, but a short stop at a marketplace might afford enough for a simple picnic. Perhaps they could visit some of the stalls in the farmlands. There must be someone there. Though, perhaps it was to catch a glimpse of farmers and their crops, to give her a visual that she would use until such a time as she saw Ethe's farms full of life again.


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Company:: Zamora and Strega
Outfit:: Full armor
Feeling:: Awake and hungry
Condition:: Healthy
Location:: Encampment
Currency:: 5000¢ EC (Hidden away somewhere near camp)
Items:: Nothing at the moment
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"No, damn it!" Not like this. This was not how he wanted his slave to wake him. If things were to continue like this he wasn't so sure he could make use of her. He had a number of women to bed, such as his lovely Zamora, so Strega wasn't the only thing he could grip at for comfort. Shooting up from his current wife's side the man, furious with how he was awoken, places his hands upon her face and holds her cheeks so that she may see his eyes. "Next time you will come in crawling and wake my like a good pet. Understand?" He wasn't asking to get answer, it was more of a command and he making sure she heard it. His current wife tried covering herself because of her unexpected wake up call but master knew he'd be getting woken up so he had his clothes close and ready to go.

It was just the kicks he wasn't ready for at all.

Upon leaving the tent his face was soured with a pout. Thank the gods good food was to come or the slave woman he was leading roughly by her bindings would have gotten a good lashing. But before leaving for the grand fire to enjoy his meal with the tribe Yhudah would call Zamora to follow him and speak to his women in whispers.

"My pet, I'm going to be needing your truth telling instincts today for work, and as for you Zamora," Yhudah takes a hand to try holding onto his wife's hand with the free hand he has, "I would like you to be with me today. That is if you want to." He knows she's been feeling neglected as of late but this was a chieftain's way of showing an attempt to show his need for his wife.

Strega glared at him "If you want something to crawl to you to wake you up then get yourself a damn dog" she said and jerked her head away from him and stood back up, seemingly more irritated then before, and it seemed to get worse when he grabbed her binds and pulled her from the tent.

She glanced at the women he had bedded that night and her eye actually twitched, how many women did this idiot need! It wasn't out of jealousy that she thought this, but out of annoyance that someone so stupid and so cruel to have so many women shareing his bed while the nicest men ended up with one if that.

She walked with him, jerking her hands away every so often only to be dragged along again and again. She looked over at Zamora with a blank 'how could you like this guy' type of stare before looking back at Yhudah "Great. What type of thing do you need me to look at?" she asked.