Entreaty from the EmbassyIndex | Time Under Chaos | Game Logs | EntreatyFromTheEmbassy
Nyoma's steps only slowed when she reached the dock. Having moved with the alacrity and speed that made her a useful and sought for messenger amongst the diplomatic staff, the gazelle like Nyoma Alspring slowed her steps and marched toward and onto the gangplank with a confident step. She held up a hand as a signal as her gray eyes scanned the boat for a sign of the security staff or other person that might assist her. She called out in a clear voice. "I bear a message for Petra Rossi, Proprietress of the Ramblin' Queen, from Minister-Counselor Ingrey Wererathe." Petra was glancing through the previous evening's receipts when she was interrupted yet again. But she knew who it was without asking or looking up. "Si, Vincenzo?" she asked as the slim, elegant form of her Security Chief strolled in. When he stopped in front of her desk instead of sitting, she looked up curiously. The man picked up a photograph in a gilded frame from her desk top and smiled faintly at the image. "There is a messenger here that insists upon speaking to you directly," he explained. "I think, perhaps, you should." Petra sat back in her chair and raised a curious eyebrow. "That is only the complete opposite of what you usually say. Why?" "Because this is quite atypical of Sorcha's Ambassador," he smirked as he set the picture back in its place. Then added with a chiding tone. "And you should go to Venecia soon." Petra resisted the urge to throw her fountain pen at his head. "I know. Show this messenger in. I will go as soon as I can get away. That is not today." "I'll be going with you," he informed her on his way out the door, to Petra's utter lack of surprise. She just waved a manicured hand in his direction as she sat back to receive this curious messenger. The messenger from Ingrey was soon shown into the office. Tall, and gazelle like, the impression that Petra might get of her is of speed and movement. Her clothing was in the purple and gold that she had sometimes seen Ingrey use in official functions and duties. The messenger, though, had taken this color scheme to the point that her hair was a mix of the pair of colors, and, currently, her eyes were a pale purple with flecks of gold as well. She bowed, properly, as soon as she entered the room and came face to face with Petra. "Petra Rossi?" she asked formally. "I bear an urgent message to you from Minister-Counselor Ingrey Wererathe." She brought forward the folded and sealed piece of paper and walked forward just enough that Petra could take it from her without rising from the desk. "Thank you," Petra said as she took the paper. She knew better then to bother asking the woman to take a seat. Breaking the seal carefully, she read the letter. Surprise kept firmly under wraps, she read it through again before refolding it and setting it aside. She regarded the woman in front of her placidly. "Please tell the Ambassador that I am at his disposal. Whenever he has the time, I will be happy to speak with him. If we have already left port, I will leave word with our ferryman that Minister-Counselor Ingrey Wererathe is expected. Security will also be alerted." Nyoma bowed formally to her. "On behalf of the Minister-Counselor, I thank you for your consideration. I will return to him promptly with your acceptance of his request. "Lady." she said once more with a bob of the head, and then she turned and headed toward the exit to the room, and soon, off the ship and on her way back to the Embassy.
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