Eira sat at the head of the long, elegant table in the center of the large room. A light blue gown draped her tall, lithe silhouette, cascading down to the crystalline floor beneath her. Heavy light blonde, almost white curls tumbled down her shoulders to her mid-back and framed a cold face, beautiful, sharp features bathed in an air of nonchalance and accented by a crisp, ice blue gaze. The young girl sat with perfect, proper, almost stiff posture as she gazed around the room observing those around her from behind a mask of cool nonchalance. The air around her was almost physically chilled by her presence, and the others in the room seemed no more interested in conversing with her and she was in conversing with them. Beyond that, her air, her appearance, and her demeanor were often intimidating and anything but warm and inviting. She didn't go out of her way to be intimidating, to avoid others, or to necessarily keep to herself at all times, but then, she didn't particularly go out of her way to remedy this situation, either.<br/><br/>The room was beautiful, and to her it was almost more intriguing than many of those who stood in the room itself. The crystal walls of the throne room of the once beautiful kingdom of Argus teemed with light, bathing the room beautifully in the colors of the sunset, accented by the glow of the crystals. The throne room, which was now the meeting place for the council of the six remaining kingdoms, was alight with activity and the chatter of those rulers that remained. The scheduled meeting had ended minutes before and some of the rulers had already departed to make the long journey home, while others remained behind, most discussing business between other kingdoms that was not necessarily relevant to the council itself.<br/><br/>Eira remained because she, as the head of the council, always remained until all of the others had gone. Only then would she take her leave of this place. Truthfully, she was still getting used to this new position. It was even more difficult to run this council of a few rulers, it seemed, than to run an entire kingdom. She had inherited the position from her mother, who reigned as the council head long before she had been born. It had only been a few months since she had taken the position, and she was certain that many of the other rulers were still uncertain what to think of her. She was young, eighteen, to be exact, which made her the youngest of the kings and queens by many years, in some cases even centuries. Many had come to respect her, while others were intimidated by her cold, candid, and somewhat aloof nature, and other still seemed to remain on the fence.<br/><br/>She wondered how it was that her mother had managed to remain in this position for so long. How had she gained each of their respect and loyalty? How had she managed to keep the peace between them? It seemed that everyone had adored her mother as much as they respected her. Beyond that, the power she held seemed to keep anyone who might have caused trouble from actually doing so. These qualities were a mystery to the young queen, who did not yet understand such things as love, adoration, or how to gain such deep loyalty and respect. And how was she to understand them when she had no one to teach her? Her mother must have taught her something that would be of use to her now, if only she could remember anything at all. Of course, she could not remember, so dwelling on such things was pointless. She pushed the pointless dreams from her mind and observed the room with an ice blue gaze that was as cold as it was astute.