As briskly as Izmeil could, her feet pitter-pattered on the pale stone of the corridor. Before reaching the lavish golden doors, she halted her stride and adjusted her posture. With a quick couple of blinks and adjusting her tone, she called out “My Lady? I request to open your chambers.”<br/><br/>“Go ahead…” yawned the lazy voice of the high elven-priestess and member for the royal family. Izmeil pushed on the doors, as a gust of wind played with her white gown and teased her servant’s veil. “Seledora. My lady, Speaker of the Calendar. Third in line to the thro---``''Yes, Izmeil. I know who I am...what is it?” interrupted the priestess, not even making eye-contact with her equerry. Izmeil apologetically cleared her throat, quickly lowering her gaze. “Your meeting. The council and his royal presence, Aloth, is awaiting you.”<br/><br/>With one elegant motion, Seledora rose with a pack of chamber maidens quickly fixing her attire. It was a sight to behold, as they weaved her outfit and fitted her accessories together like spiders with a glittering web. The high priestess gazed at Izmeil, exhaled through her nose in acknowledgement. The two walked together in silence as the met another set of tall double doors that lead to the oratory. “Izmeil, I must remind you…” started Seledora in a low voice, “show no soul in this room your heart. And certainly do not call Aloth ‘<span style="font-style: italic">royal</span>’.”<br/><br/>The priestess opened the doors to see the council members, their attendants, and Aloth seated precisely as she predicted. With a longer than comfortable glance, she lowered her head in respectful greeting. Thus, with this motion she took her seat and the meeting had begun. Izmeil nervously kept her eyes to her feet, but caught glances of the infamous Aloth and his attendant. For once, Izmeil  was glad her veil muted her face. She feared the bodies in the room would notice her heart rate was causing her pale eyelashes to tremble.