07-12-2018, 04:13 PM
"The offer, the King, and most things of the events that lead up to this meeting, were all happy accidents." Seasil was quick to explain before carrying on.
She followed Bryn around the room with her eyes, though she remained seated. "I would n-not be so confident had I not, first hand, experienced the testimonials of the trial. Th-there will be critics, but the base that's begun to support me-- that support King Orion, is strong and varied. I believe in his vision and the messages he sends." Seasil sighed, "I... I wouldn't place a political bet if I did not believe."
She closed her eyes and unintentionally avoided his gaze as he made motion to bring up their shared people. Thoughtful and tight-jawed, Seasil began to play with a loose strand of hair while looking up.
"I do believe there are more." She began, frankly. "There has already been serious rumor of more surviving the massacre, as recent as a few centuries ago. I'm sure the Zodians have struck a number of them down, thinking them rogue wyverns..."
She grimaced and pursed her lips, once more considering her words with care. Her thoughts drifted to Lorem, unkept promises, and so many questions.
"Nihli is living proof that more Manaketes have survived." She began anew. "Thus, I believe Wyrmsgilt needs to be prepared to deal with them. Keep in mind, it's been a millennia. Most of our kind cannot sleep far beyond one thousand years. The clock is right for it.
"If you were at the trial, you know my platform." She finally looked down, straight at him. "This world is not for Manaketes any more, t-truthfully is never was. Our people treated it as such, regardless. Thus, es-establishing parameters for a such long lived people is imperative. They must adjust to shorter lived times. Humans, Taguel and Laguz need not.
"Th-the policies are still yet to be decided, but the basic parameters include: the aforementioned adjustment, curbing the terrible view of anyone who lives less than ten thousand years, and personally helping to establish a new place for those who remain and comply.
"If they don't care to adhere to the standards, I will see to them myself." Seasil said, matter-of-factly but with absolutely no joy on her face. Curious, herself, the Dragonelle watched for Bryn's reaction.
She followed Bryn around the room with her eyes, though she remained seated. "I would n-not be so confident had I not, first hand, experienced the testimonials of the trial. Th-there will be critics, but the base that's begun to support me-- that support King Orion, is strong and varied. I believe in his vision and the messages he sends." Seasil sighed, "I... I wouldn't place a political bet if I did not believe."
She closed her eyes and unintentionally avoided his gaze as he made motion to bring up their shared people. Thoughtful and tight-jawed, Seasil began to play with a loose strand of hair while looking up.
"I do believe there are more." She began, frankly. "There has already been serious rumor of more surviving the massacre, as recent as a few centuries ago. I'm sure the Zodians have struck a number of them down, thinking them rogue wyverns..."
She grimaced and pursed her lips, once more considering her words with care. Her thoughts drifted to Lorem, unkept promises, and so many questions.
"Nihli is living proof that more Manaketes have survived." She began anew. "Thus, I believe Wyrmsgilt needs to be prepared to deal with them. Keep in mind, it's been a millennia. Most of our kind cannot sleep far beyond one thousand years. The clock is right for it.
"If you were at the trial, you know my platform." She finally looked down, straight at him. "This world is not for Manaketes any more, t-truthfully is never was. Our people treated it as such, regardless. Thus, es-establishing parameters for a such long lived people is imperative. They must adjust to shorter lived times. Humans, Taguel and Laguz need not.
"Th-the policies are still yet to be decided, but the basic parameters include: the aforementioned adjustment, curbing the terrible view of anyone who lives less than ten thousand years, and personally helping to establish a new place for those who remain and comply.
"If they don't care to adhere to the standards, I will see to them myself." Seasil said, matter-of-factly but with absolutely no joy on her face. Curious, herself, the Dragonelle watched for Bryn's reaction.