It had been a long, traitorous, and strange journey and yet, Dia was still able to arrive in Lysoria on the expected day. She was hoping the caravan would arrive sooner than expect since there were things she needed to discuss with the ruling family of Lysoria on behald of her Lord, however, Dionysia never found time in doing so.
They'd arrived mid morning to the sound of people in the streets carrying strange flowers, lanterns, glowing decorations, and food from which the smells that lingered where simply wonderful and somehow confusing to the senses. Lysoria's Salt Festival was underway and those from all around gathered to partake in the city's yearly tradition.
When Dionysia had arrived, she was tasked to great the Lord and Lady of the city and present to them the gifts sent to them from Ironridge. Bowing humbly, Dionysia stood outside the steps of Lysoria's strong hold, the largest building within the city, and presented the gifts to the Lord and Lady who stood dutifully beyond the iron doors. They looked out onto the Ambassador as she rose from her bow and turned to remove the cloth from the back of the caravan.
“Lord Theon and Lady Kemma of the house of Amielle, Ruling family of Lysoria, Caretakers of the Salt Lake, Guardians of the Red Caves, and allies to the citizens of Ironridge and Lord Vurris Lokhert who governs them, I present, on behalf of my Lord, gifts to honor the treaty between cities and the Salt Festival. As a representative to my Lord, I humbly ask that you accept these gifts and allow Ironridge to celebrate with Lysoria once more in this joyous occasion.”
Dionysia stood strong, presenting the caravan full of fine gifts to the Lord and Lady. Kemma looked pleased with greed as her eyes inspected the fine site of wealth within the vehicle. Lord Theon appeared as if he couldn't care less, turning to gaze upon his citizens as they gathered. He nodded and with a wave of his hand, the crowd clapped. Amielle crested guards approached the caravan while Dia stood back to allow them better access as the Lord and Lady entered back into their fortified residence.
The guards had seized their caravan and moved it off somewhere to unload the gifts. During this time, Dia and the guards where shown to their quarters, a stone building settling off near the side of the strong hold. Vuharu lingered at her side along the way, promptly intimidating all who stood within a ten foot radius of the woman and her companion. Once they were discarded into a room by a nervous looking servant, Dia threw her large satchel of things on the bed and turned to analyze the room.
The walls were cold as was the stone floor which was odd, considering it was a little more than the middle of Saun. There was a dresser, a basin, a mirror, nightstand, and a small table with a chair. Only one window gazed into the room and all of it appeared dusty.
“Ugh... I miss home already.”
Dia let out, watching as Vuharu jumped on the twin bed, promptly occupying all of it. Pursing her lips as she dug into her bag, Dia shook her head, “You know we're not sharing the bed tonight. You're sleeping on the floor.”
It was a while later when Dia was collected from her quarters. She was sporting the fashion of her people as was Vuharu. Clothed in a soft, brilliantly colored dress
, the Ironridge Ambassador wore shimmering gold metal around her waist, shoulders, neck, and arms. Her hair was done up
where a rather extravagant headpiece accentuated the outfit. In Ironridge, this was meant to establish status but in Lysoria, Dionysia felt out of place. Nevertheless, her confidence was built solid on a foundation of being more annoyed at having to come to such a thing than actually worrying about being there. She didn't care how she looked nor how other saw her. The woman just wanted to get this done, get out of these aching shoes, and back home to her comfortable bed.
Vuharu was decorated in a kind of metal that shimmered in the light. He also wore a kind of head piece, but one that did not drape in front of his face like Dia's did. The pair looked magnificent, intimidating, and proud, just as they should be.
The same servant guided them out of the building and into a crowded square that sat just beyond the strong hold. “This way, Ambassador.”
The girl said meekly, looking down.
It was strange, ever since Dia entered Lysoria, the citizens had been less than merry. Lysoria enjoyed their festivals as any other proud city would, but this? This was odd. Too odd. “What's going on here?”
Dia asked softly, leaning toward the girl. “Everyone seems so... Lifeless.”
“Nothing's wrong, Ambassador.”
Her body turned and she gestured, “My Lord and Lady await you.”
Dia gave before watching the servant scuttle away. What was going on here?
The crowd watched silently as performers entered the wide circle strung off for them. Their act should have elicited a humorous response from the people around, but instead, they seemed mildly interested. They only ones to truly enjoy the show were the children. Dia couldn't help but ball her fists as the bear was ushered back into its cage.
Memories wanted to spill back into her mind but she forced them out, turning and approaching the mound where the Lord and Lady sat. Bowing deeply, Dia presented herself to them in a respectful manner, lifting her head up after a few trills. “Lord Theon, Lady Kemm, on behalf of my people, I'd like to thank you for having me here. Such a fine festival you and your citizens have put together. I hope the gifts offered from Lord Lokhert honor you respectfully.”
'Mother would be proud...'
Dia thought absently.