A Display of Sayqidi Affluence

[Jessica_Sayyed]

The Evening of June 18th, 2022

Scheherazade Al Sayyed
Everything was going as planned, Vizier Hanifnejad was making sure things ran smoothly, which they certainly did. The food was the epitome of Sayqidi cuisine. A mix of all cultures found in the emirate.
Scheherazade was sitting in her room, getting dressed and ready for dinner…even if she had been getting ready since the late morning.

“My Emira, the Grand Vizier is here to see you,” A made walked up to her.

Scheherazade turned her head to the maid and smiled, “Let him in.” The maid followed her orders and opened the door, bowing before the Grand Vizier, who promptly entered the room and made his way towards the young Emira.

“Beautiful as an iris,” he smiled.

“Thank you. Can I–”

“Go to the dining hall? Yes, yes you may.”

“Thank al’Illah, I’ve been stuck here the entire morning!” She laughed as she stood up and smoothened her dress.

As soon as the guests found their seats at the table, one of the higher-ranked eunuchs cleared his throat,

“Emira Scheherazade Al Sayyed and Grand Vizier Mahmoud Al Ahdal!”

The two walked down into the dining hall, and immediately, the young Emira stole the show.

Though what she wore was simple, a mid-20th century-style black dress that reached her knees and had a sweetheart neckline, her jewelry made her shine like Sayyed’s beloved moon. She decorated herself with diamonds around her neck and wrists, some hung from her ears. She wore a diamond tiara, which belonged to her ancestor, Emira Khadija, long ago.

The table was long and in the seats closest to where the Emira  would sit was her family, female members to her left and male members to her right. The closest to the guests on her left would be her youngest sister, Antaram. (We will get to her later on )

Scheherazade pulled her chair out and stood in front of it.

“Welcome, I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to come all  over from their nation to mine. I will forever be grateful for this display of kindness.” She placed her hand on her chest. “But now, let the feast begin!” The Emira sat down on her chair and clapped her hands.

The gentle plucking of the zither began to play…

[Cryria]

Of all the things Ulrika might have expected at a Sayqidi dinner, seeing Saga Tynam’s eternally-too-polite face seated across from her had not been one of them.

“Hertiginnan Tynam,” the Queen said mildly, making no particular effort to hide her surprise. She was not sure she considered it to be a pleasant one either - Surprises rarely were, and for her the Duchess would always be inextricably linked to one thing and one thing alone.

Ymirland.

Had this one had her way then, Ulrika knew, she would have inherited a Kingdom at war.

If any of this troubled Saga in the slightest, she certainly made no indication of it when she simply inclined her head respectfully.

“Your Grace,” she murmured in accented Staynish. With a cheeky grin befitting a schoolchild with an inside joke, she motioned to the man next to her, “Allow me to introduce Prince Bedon of Packilvania.”

The ring on her finger spoke the rest of the story.

I’ll go to Sayyed, I said. It will be a nice, boring trip, I said…

“Crown Prince,” Ulrika raised a wineglass in greetings, “Well met.”

[The_Oan_Isles]

Gala Dinner on the Occasion of the Coronation of Emira Scheherazade of Sayyed

Prince Thumim was not one to miss the subtle but stinging glance that Queen Ulrika shot at Duchess Saga. Evidently the two had history, but nevertheless
he was pleased that Ulrika had seen the opulent jewel on Duchess Saga’s finger.

She was like the jewel of his crown, and he waited with impatient excitement for her light to fill the ancient Court at Bingol.

He gave a slight bow, raised his glass as well and said, “Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. It is especially lovely to meet you under such joyful circumstances”.

He cheekily stated, “I wish blessed wanderings upon the Drifting Throne and the venerable lady who sits upon it”.

[Cryria]

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Gala Dinner on the Occasion of the Coronation of Emira Scheherazade of Sayyed

Prince Thumim was not one to miss the subtle but stinging glance that Queen Ulrika shot at Duchess Saga. Evidently the two had history, but nevertheless
he was pleased that Ulrika had seen the opulent jewel on Duchess Saga’s finger.

She was like the jewel of his crown, and he waited with impatient excitement for her light to fill the ancient Court at Bingol.

He gave a slight bow, raised his glass as well and said, “Your Majesty, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. It is especially lovely to meet you under such joyful circumstances”.

He cheekily stated, “I wish blessed wanderings upon the Drifting Throne and the venerable lady who sits upon it”.

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The Prince of Packilvania was another face to be familiar with, though perhaps in a less direct fashion. It was not an easily overlooked power, or an easily ignored reputation.

Well, these two can deserve each other, Ulrika decided.

“And I to you, Crown Prince,” the Queen said politely. She spared a glance back to Tynam, “Though some have wandered further than others, it seems. My congratulations to you both.”

[Cowlass]

Jørgon takes his seat next to the Cryrian Queen. Unaware of the situation unfolding next to him, after they talk among themselves for a few moments before Jørgon speaks up to his fellow royal. He took a quick sip of liquid courage from his glass.

“Queen Ulrika, it is a honor to meet you.” He gives a small head bow as a show of respect.

[Cryria]

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Jørgon takes his seat next to the Cryrian Queen. Unaware of the situation unfolding next to him, after they talk among themselves for a few moments before Jørgon speaks up to his fellow royal. He took a quick sip of liquid courage from his glass.

“Queen Ulrika, it is a honor to meet you.” He gives a small head bow as a show of respect.

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Though not yet sure whether to be annoyed or grateful for the interruption, Ulrika glanced away from the couple to see…

Actually, it took a moment to remember which one this was, and another moment to recall the uniquely tragic story behind that face.

A third moment as well to recall the uniquely distasteful industry of his locale and the disturbing interests it had taken.

“Jarl Bjørn,” Ulrika nodded politely, “I trust you are well?”

[Cowlass]

Jørgon gave a his usual charming smile, putting his best diplomatic face on. Though he was taken back a bit by the other royal knowing his name. Not many outside of Norgsveldet or the anime industry he patronizes would know it. Leading to a question he most certainly wanted to ask but decided against it.

“I’m doing wonderful, this is quite palace is it not? How as your flight here?”

[The_Oan_Isles]

Prince Thumim picked up on Queen Ulrika’s spice, but before he could reply, she was interrupted. He was however keen to at least have a positive acquaintance with her so that he could broach further diplomatic entreaties to her.

But he also picked up that there seemed to be some not-so-friendly feelings towards Saga so he he leaned over and kissed her on the shoulder, and looked up at her with big glossy eyes.

“My love”, Prince Thumim said, “I am not certain if I am catching the wrong end of the stick, but I get the sense that there is some hostility from Queen Ulrika. Am mistaken or is there a history between the two of you?”

[Cryria]

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Prince Thumim picked up on Queen Ulrika’s spice, but before he could reply, she was interrupted. He was however keen to at least have a positive acquaintance with her so that he could broach further diplomatic entreaties to her.

But he also picked up that there seemed to be some not-so-friendly feelings towards Saga so he he leaned over and kissed her on the shoulder, and looked up at her with big glossy eyes.

“My love”, Prince Thumim said, “I am not certain if I am catching the wrong end of the stick, but I get the sense that there is some hostility from Queen Ulrika. Am mistaken or is there a history between the two of you?”

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It was, Saga knew, not the most clever thing to do - Having a laugh at the Queen’s expense, that was. But sometimes it was good for the soul to not be too clever, and Leidensen’s surprise was something to savor while she had it. Ulrika’s attention was fast taken by the elf however, and Saga’s own by the Prince.

“”Ah, do not call it a hatred, Prince Bedon,” Saga said lightly, “She chooses not to be fond of me, that is all. Ours is a small Kingdom, and the circles of aristocracy are even smaller - Nothing like knowing a person to find your differences, I suppose. Call it a… generational divide, if you will. Mine is one with the ill-fortune to  come of age in time to witness the travails of the Volscine Civil War and the Millennium Crisis, and hers too young to have learned the lessons of such times.”

Saga offered her usual half-shrug, “It is no matter,” she said, “The Leidensens were sharks once. Today, they are more like… pufferfish. Not a problem lest you bite, and I take my care to not trouble them.”

[Cryria]

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Jørgon gave a his usual charming smile, putting his best diplomatic face on. Though he was taken back a bit by the other royal knowing his name. Not many outside of Norgsveldet or the anime industry he patronizes would know it. Leading to a question he most certainly wanted to ask but decided against it.

“I’m doing wonderful, this is quite palace is it not? How as your flight here?”

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Heavens, this one seemed to want a conversation now. Though Ulrika could hear the animated murmurings from the Duchess and the Crown Prince, sparing any attention for them now would be impolite.

“Well enough,” Ulrika said, “It has been some time since I last traveled, and it is good to see the world beyond the Isles still exists. And yourself, Jarl Bjørn? How fares home?"

[Cowlass]

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Jørgon gave a his usual charming smile, putting his best diplomatic face on. Though he was taken back a bit by the other royal knowing his name. Not many outside of Norgsveldet or the anime industry he patronizes would know it. Leading to a question he most certainly wanted to ask but decided against it.

“I’m doing wonderful, this is quite palace is it not? How as your flight here?”

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Heavens, this one seemed to want a conversation now. Though Ulrika could hear the animated murmurings from the Duchess and the Crown Prince, sparing any attention for them now would be impolite.

“Well enough,” Ulrika said, “It has been some time since I last traveled, and it is good to see the world beyond the Isles still exists. And yourself, Jarl Bjørn? How fares home?"

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Rarely, Jørgon ever actually spoke with someone one on one that wasn’t Olav or one of his few close friends. This being one of the few moments in a long time, that he talked to someone in Staynish rather Nys’tat’en or Norgsveltian. His Nys’tat’en accent was clearly showing as he spoke.

“Vakrestrender is peaceful, the water are calm and the air is relaxed. It is nice to have a change in environment once in a while. How is your realm?”

[Cryria]

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Jørgon gave a his usual charming smile, putting his best diplomatic face on. Though he was taken back a bit by the other royal knowing his name. Not many outside of Norgsveldet or the anime industry he patronizes would know it. Leading to a question he most certainly wanted to ask but decided against it.

“I’m doing wonderful, this is quite palace is it not? How as your flight here?”

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Heavens, this one seemed to want a conversation now. Though Ulrika could hear the animated murmurings from the Duchess and the Crown Prince, sparing any attention for them now would be impolite.

“Well enough,” Ulrika said, “It has been some time since I last traveled, and it is good to see the world beyond the Isles still exists. And yourself, Jarl Bjørn? How fares home?"

Rarely, Jørgon ever actually spoke with someone one on one that wasn’t Olav or one of his few close friends. This being one of the few moments in a long time, that he talked to someone in Staynish rather Nys’tat’en or Norgsveltian. His Nys’tat’en accent was clearly showing as he spoke.

“Vakrestrender is peaceful, the water are calm and the air is relaxed. It is nice to have a change in environment once in a while. How is your realm?”

— End quote

Her realm. It was always a phrase to make her cringe internally. Queen or not, it was a country of thirty-six million souls, and one in which she had blessedly few decisions to make.

“My home is as peaceful as yours,” Ulrika said after a moment, “Though I fear it may not stay that way for long, now that we are mere months from the Aldanics. Perhaps you will visit us then yourself? Valngi is a pleasant town, particularly at this time of year."

She paused, and tilted her head questioningly, “You have never been to Cryria before, I take it?”

[Cowlass]

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Jørgon gave a his usual charming smile, putting his best diplomatic face on. Though he was taken back a bit by the other royal knowing his name. Not many outside of Norgsveldet or the anime industry he patronizes would know it. Leading to a question he most certainly wanted to ask but decided against it.

“I’m doing wonderful, this is quite palace is it not? How as your flight here?”

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Heavens, this one seemed to want a conversation now. Though Ulrika could hear the animated murmurings from the Duchess and the Crown Prince, sparing any attention for them now would be impolite.

“Well enough,” Ulrika said, “It has been some time since I last traveled, and it is good to see the world beyond the Isles still exists. And yourself, Jarl Bjørn? How fares home?"

Rarely, Jørgon ever actually spoke with someone one on one that wasn’t Olav or one of his few close friends. This being one of the few moments in a long time, that he talked to someone in Staynish rather Nys’tat’en or Norgsveltian. His Nys’tat’en accent was clearly showing as he spoke.

“Vakrestrender is peaceful, the water are calm and the air is relaxed. It is nice to have a change in environment once in a while. How is your realm?”

Her realm. It was always a phrase to make her cringe internally. Queen or not, it was a country of thirty-six million souls, and one in which she had blessedly few decisions to make.

“My home is as peaceful as yours,” Ulrika said after a moment, “Though I fear it may not stay that way for long, now that we are mere months from the Aldanics. Perhaps you will visit us then yourself? Valngi is a pleasant town, particularly at this time of year."

She paused, and tilted her head questioningly, “You have never been to Cryria before, I take it?”

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He shakes his head no and shrugs his shoulders, “I never been to Novaris and this my first time to Gondwana. Hopefully it is a mistake I can correct soon enough. Allow me to extend same favor to you, shores of Vakrestrender and doors to castle Bjørn are open for you.”

He cringe internally at hearing his family’s castle’s name, silently questioning those that came before him had such a ego to name the castle after themselves.

[Cryria]

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Jørgon gave a his usual charming smile, putting his best diplomatic face on. Though he was taken back a bit by the other royal knowing his name. Not many outside of Norgsveldet or the anime industry he patronizes would know it. Leading to a question he most certainly wanted to ask but decided against it.

“I’m doing wonderful, this is quite palace is it not? How as your flight here?”

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Heavens, this one seemed to want a conversation now. Though Ulrika could hear the animated murmurings from the Duchess and the Crown Prince, sparing any attention for them now would be impolite.

“Well enough,” Ulrika said, “It has been some time since I last traveled, and it is good to see the world beyond the Isles still exists. And yourself, Jarl Bjørn? How fares home?"

Rarely, Jørgon ever actually spoke with someone one on one that wasn’t Olav or one of his few close friends. This being one of the few moments in a long time, that he talked to someone in Staynish rather Nys’tat’en or Norgsveltian. His Nys’tat’en accent was clearly showing as he spoke.

“Vakrestrender is peaceful, the water are calm and the air is relaxed. It is nice to have a change in environment once in a while. How is your realm?”

Her realm. It was always a phrase to make her cringe internally. Queen or not, it was a country of thirty-six million souls, and one in which she had blessedly few decisions to make.

“My home is as peaceful as yours,” Ulrika said after a moment, “Though I fear it may not stay that way for long, now that we are mere months from the Aldanics. Perhaps you will visit us then yourself? Valngi is a pleasant town, particularly at this time of year."

She paused, and tilted her head questioningly, “You have never been to Cryria before, I take it?”

He shakes his head no and shrugs his shoulders, “I never been to Novaris and this my first time to Gondwana. Hopefully it is a mistake I can correct soon enough. Allow me to extend same favor to you, shores of Vakrestrender and doors to castle Bjørn are open for you.”

He cringe internally at hearing his family’s castle’s name, silently questioning those that came before him had such a ego to name the castle after themselves.

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“No indeed, one supposes the good people of Vakrestrender do not often come to Cryrian shores,” Ulrika said drily, and winced almost as soon as she did. That the Jarldom was best known to her for its fever-dreamed media depictions of her homeland was not wholly lost, but heavens knew it was a silly thing to complain about.

“Well, Jarl Bjørn, it seems neither of us are well traveled then. This here is the first I’ve traveled beyond Cryrian shores in any formal capacity. I will consider your invitation,” the Queen went on somewhat more kindly, “Perhaps you should come by Tvillingblom before the Games. Novaris is a large place, but it would please me to show you my corner.”

[Cowlass]

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Jørgon gave a his usual charming smile, putting his best diplomatic face on. Though he was taken back a bit by the other royal knowing his name. Not many outside of Norgsveldet or the anime industry he patronizes would know it. Leading to a question he most certainly wanted to ask but decided against it.

“I’m doing wonderful, this is quite palace is it not? How as your flight here?”

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Heavens, this one seemed to want a conversation now. Though Ulrika could hear the animated murmurings from the Duchess and the Crown Prince, sparing any attention for them now would be impolite.

“Well enough,” Ulrika said, “It has been some time since I last traveled, and it is good to see the world beyond the Isles still exists. And yourself, Jarl Bjørn? How fares home?"

Rarely, Jørgon ever actually spoke with someone one on one that wasn’t Olav or one of his few close friends. This being one of the few moments in a long time, that he talked to someone in Staynish rather Nys’tat’en or Norgsveltian. His Nys’tat’en accent was clearly showing as he spoke.

“Vakrestrender is peaceful, the water are calm and the air is relaxed. It is nice to have a change in environment once in a while. How is your realm?”

Her realm. It was always a phrase to make her cringe internally. Queen or not, it was a country of thirty-six million souls, and one in which she had blessedly few decisions to make.

“My home is as peaceful as yours,” Ulrika said after a moment, “Though I fear it may not stay that way for long, now that we are mere months from the Aldanics. Perhaps you will visit us then yourself? Valngi is a pleasant town, particularly at this time of year."

She paused, and tilted her head questioningly, “You have never been to Cryria before, I take it?”

He shakes his head no and shrugs his shoulders, “I never been to Novaris and this my first time to Gondwana. Hopefully it is a mistake I can correct soon enough. Allow me to extend same favor to you, shores of Vakrestrender and doors to castle Bjørn are open for you.”

He cringe internally at hearing his family’s castle’s name, silently questioning those that came before him had such a ego to name the castle after themselves.

“No indeed, one supposes the good people of Vakrestrender do not often come to Cryrian shores,” Ulrika said drily, and winced almost as soon as she did. That the Jarldom was best known to her for its fever-dreamed media depictions of her homeland was not wholly lost, but heavens knew it was a silly thing to complain about.

“Well, Jarl Bjørn, it seems neither of us are well traveled then. This here is the first I’ve traveled beyond Cryrian shores in any formal capacity. I will consider your invitation,” the Queen went on somewhat more kindly, “Perhaps you should come by Tvillingblom before the Games. Novaris is a large place, but it would please me to show you my corner.”

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The young elf gave a warm felt smile, its quite true that Jørgon basically never left outside of the Norgsveltian sphere. It was quite nice feeling to know he isn’t the only one that hasn’t travelled around the Urth. Despite having the means and in some cases good reasons too leave where he felt safe.

“That will be lovely, I’m not one much for crowds anymore so before the Games begin will undoubtedly will be the best time.”

[Cryria]

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Jørgon gave a his usual charming smile, putting his best diplomatic face on. Though he was taken back a bit by the other royal knowing his name. Not many outside of Norgsveldet or the anime industry he patronizes would know it. Leading to a question he most certainly wanted to ask but decided against it.

“I’m doing wonderful, this is quite palace is it not? How as your flight here?”

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Heavens, this one seemed to want a conversation now. Though Ulrika could hear the animated murmurings from the Duchess and the Crown Prince, sparing any attention for them now would be impolite.

“Well enough,” Ulrika said, “It has been some time since I last traveled, and it is good to see the world beyond the Isles still exists. And yourself, Jarl Bjørn? How fares home?"

Rarely, Jørgon ever actually spoke with someone one on one that wasn’t Olav or one of his few close friends. This being one of the few moments in a long time, that he talked to someone in Staynish rather Nys’tat’en or Norgsveltian. His Nys’tat’en accent was clearly showing as he spoke.

“Vakrestrender is peaceful, the water are calm and the air is relaxed. It is nice to have a change in environment once in a while. How is your realm?”

Her realm. It was always a phrase to make her cringe internally. Queen or not, it was a country of thirty-six million souls, and one in which she had blessedly few decisions to make.

“My home is as peaceful as yours,” Ulrika said after a moment, “Though I fear it may not stay that way for long, now that we are mere months from the Aldanics. Perhaps you will visit us then yourself? Valngi is a pleasant town, particularly at this time of year."

She paused, and tilted her head questioningly, “You have never been to Cryria before, I take it?”

He shakes his head no and shrugs his shoulders, “I never been to Novaris and this my first time to Gondwana. Hopefully it is a mistake I can correct soon enough. Allow me to extend same favor to you, shores of Vakrestrender and doors to castle Bjørn are open for you.”

He cringe internally at hearing his family’s castle’s name, silently questioning those that came before him had such a ego to name the castle after themselves.

“No indeed, one supposes the good people of Vakrestrender do not often come to Cryrian shores,” Ulrika said drily, and winced almost as soon as she did. That the Jarldom was best known to her for its fever-dreamed media depictions of her homeland was not wholly lost, but heavens knew it was a silly thing to complain about.

“Well, Jarl Bjørn, it seems neither of us are well traveled then. This here is the first I’ve traveled beyond Cryrian shores in any formal capacity. I will consider your invitation,” the Queen went on somewhat more kindly, “Perhaps you should come by Tvillingblom before the Games. Novaris is a large place, but it would please me to show you my corner.”

The young elf gave a warm felt smile, its quite true that Jørgon basically never left outside of the Norgsveltian sphere. It was quite nice feeling to know he isn’t the only one that hasn’t travelled around the Urth. Despite having the means and in some cases good reasons too leave where he felt safe.

“That will be lovely, I’m not one much for crowds anymore so before the Games begin will undoubtedly will be the best time.”

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“Ah, then you will like Tvillingblom, I think. An entire palace built to avoid the crowd,” Ulrika said wryly. That the crowds in this case had been seventeenth-century urban lynch mobs was not something that needed to be said.

“An island within an island, and… well, you’ll see for yourself, won’t you?”

[Cowlass]

Jørgen tilted his head curiously,

“Island within island?” He puts his hand on his chin, wondering what kind of botany and sea-life could be hosted on such. Gardening being one of the Bjørn family traditions, something that was to be passed down generation through generation. Though that being said, Jørgen ability to grow things is rather… lacking. He realized he was being quiet while he was thinking.

“Ah my apologies, my head gets away from me sometimes. Tvillingblom sounds like a lovely place, I will look forward to it.” He gives a warm, slightly apologetic tone.

[Gonggong]

Al Mahadiyya Palace
 
As a large flight of stairs leading to the dining hall revealed itself as the entrance of the palace opened, both Kara and Ika stared in awe at the grandeur of the complex. Kara began walking up the stairs, and Ika began walking up them twice as fast, nearly tripping over his own excitement in the process. 
 
“Can you believe this place? Everything glitters,” Ika said as he made it up the flight, “Could you imagine a place like this back in Kuduk?”
 
“Its pretty hard to imagine a place a tenth this size in Kuduk” responded Kara, looking around at the visibly expensive decorations.
 
Once the two chiefs and the rest of the guests were seated in the dining hall, a high ranking eunuch emerged and announced, “Emira Scheherazade Al Sayyed and Grand Vizier Mahmoud Al Ahdal!”
 
The two watched as Emira Scheherazade, in her black dress and tiara, walked into the dining hall. The Emira spoke, “Welcome, I’d like to thank everyone who took the time to come all  over from their nation to mine. I will forever be grateful for this display of kindness,” She placed her hand on her chest, “But now, let the feast begin!”
 
An assortment of foods of all types were placed in front of the guests. Ika began eating lots of the fruits and cheeses, most of which he’d never heard of before now. Kara began doing the same, picking out several foods she thought looked nice. While eating their meal, Ika turned to Kara and asked, “Do you think she’d let me wear her tiara if I asked?”
 
After nearly choking on her food from trying to hide her giggling, Kara responded with, “Probably not, but there’s no harm in asking!”

[Cryria]

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Jørgen tilted his head curiously,

“Island within island?” He puts his hand on his chin, wondering what kind of botany and sea-life could be hosted on such. Gardening being one of the Bjørn family traditions, something that was to be passed down generation through generation. Though that being said, Jørgen ability to grow things is rather… lacking. He realized he was being quiet while he was thinking.

“Ah my apologies, my head gets away from me sometimes. Tvillingblom sounds like a lovely place, I will look forward to it.” He gives a warm, slightly apologetic tone.

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“Yes, Jarl Bjørn, an island within an island. This home of mine lies upon Lake Lasi which lies within Älmark,” Ulrika said, “It is a pity you arrive in August, as the lake is a sight worthy of beholding when winter comes. Do dress warmly all the same, aye? It grows chilly in Leidenstad, and I should hate to inform your government that I gave their Jarl pneumonia.”

[Cowlass]

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Jørgen tilted his head curiously,

“Island within island?” He puts his hand on his chin, wondering what kind of botany and sea-life could be hosted on such. Gardening being one of the Bjørn family traditions, something that was to be passed down generation through generation. Though that being said, Jørgen ability to grow things is rather… lacking. He realized he was being quiet while he was thinking.

“Ah my apologies, my head gets away from me sometimes. Tvillingblom sounds like a lovely place, I will look forward to it.” He gives a warm, slightly apologetic tone.

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“Yes, Jarl Bjørn, an island within an island. This home of mine lies upon Lake Lasi which lies within Älmark,” Ulrika said, “It is a pity you arrive in August, as the lake is a sight worthy of beholding when winter comes. Do dress warmly all the same, aye? It grows chilly in Leidenstad, and I should hate to inform your government that I gave their Jarl pneumonia.”

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Jørgen gave a small laugh. 
“I fear the cold doesn’t quite sit well with me, so its best I visit in the autumn season rather than the winter, but I will take your advice to heart and dress warmly. When you do visit Castle Bjørn, I can safely assure you that you won’t have to worry about pneumonia. Even the water in the crater is quite warm but not too warm thanks to the vents.”