Like Governor McCray, High Chancellor Jojeb was under no illusion that her visit was in any way social. But in the light of what she had to share, she was able to put aside any personal bigotry she might harbor in order to achieve their common goal. Already runner’s had been dispatched to the other Houses informing them that a meeting would take place at the Palace shortly after nightfall.
As the chancellor waited to speak with Governor McCray she used the time to go over the intelligence she’d received earlier that morning. According to her most trusted enforcer the reaver had discovered a way to remove it’s collars and was even now helping the damphir’s escape the compound they had been hold up in. If her calculations were correct it would only be a matter of days before she and the others would begin to see the fruition of all their careful planning.
The gentle touch of Zuelleran’s hand and the soft click of a door knob being turned brought her thoughts back to the present. “Madam, I think the governor’s ready to hear you now.” her companion said, the melodious pitch of his voice too low for anyone else’s ears. She acknowledged his observation by standing up and running her hands over the waist and hips of her caftan’s iridescent metallic like fabric, careful to smooth out any wrinkles or ridges her fingers encountered.
The smell of human assailed her as Governor McCray’s secretary opened her office door and announced, “Madam Chancellor, the Governor of the United States will see you now.” A gentle pressure beneath her left elbow signal she was to move forward.
Walking towards the governor’s office, she was aware the Zuelleran remained slightly behind her, careful not to make it appear as though he were the one leading. With a light touch he helped her navigate around several chairs, a table who’s heartwood spoke to her of the decanting of several types of wine, and some sort of antique couch or sofa who’s lingering aroma of human, rodent and wool caused her nose to itch.
Passing from one room to the next the chancellor felt a slight shift in the rooms airflow, causing the corner’s of her mouth to twitch. Every the prudent human, she thought. No sense of letting herself get trapped in an offense with no way out. Extending her hand in the tradition of mundeen’s she said, “Governor McCray, so good of you to see me on such short notice.”
As Innis McCray’s hand engulfed her own the chancellor was careful not to let any of the revulsion she felt be demonstrated by either her features or pulse rate. Unlike the governor’s elevated color and enlarged pupils, her own remained opaque, her eyes a milky blue .
“Madam Chancellor.” Governor McCray said, holding her hand with just the right amount of pressure. “I apologize for not attending your appointment ceremony. Certain items came up and I couldn’t afford to miss the opportunities they presented.”