“Why do we always have to meet in your office for the planning of the Gala?” Gemma, still boring a hole into the ceiling with her eyes.
“It’s Tradition.” Came the soft voice of her sister Vivi.
“To hell if it is.” Gemma yelled, head tilting forward as she looked at her sister. “We just have it here because you are lazy and don’t want to move to the real planning room.” Gemma snapped back.
“Yeah, sister Gemma is right.” Two years ago we had this meeting in your room, cause you did not want to get out of bed that morning.” Came the Voice of Inna, who, like Gemma, was drilling her own hole in the ceiling with her eyes.
“And the year before that we had the meeting at the beach cause you, and I quote ‘wanted to catch some rays.’” Gemma added in.
Vivi made a teeth sucking noise as he looked at her sister and cousin. “When you are High queen, then you can have your meetings wherever you damn well please.” She went back to signing the documents on her desk. “Maybe you two should quit your bitching and start on the invites.” She shot a glare at Gemma. “Mainly you miss, I'm opening myself up to courtship.”
“Time out, No fair.” Gemma started to protest. “I remember you not even interacting with anyone at your courtship gala. Baba was so mad at you, I thought she would hit you with her slipper.”
“Not my fault none of those noble sons could best me hand to hand.” Vivi side, looking over another document.
Gemma rolled her eyes, as she looked to Inna who was now looking at a stack of invites.
“Whatever.” Gemma also began to look over the invites. “Will Admiral Son be back in time for the gala?” She asked. “I want him to vet any would-be suitor.”
Vivi lifted a worrying eye to her sister but let it slide. She knew that to Gemma, Admiral Son was like a father figure. He never failed to rush over when she called for him, when she was young.
Vivi could remember back to their parents' funeral, and how Son held a young Gemma the whole time. He became her protector that day, and having him vet her future husband made sense.
“I recalled his task force from Ivorystand the other day.” Vivi said, looking at a map on the wall.
“The Browns?” Inna asked, moving a stack of finished invites to the side.
“Yes, the Browns.” Vivi started, still looking over some paperwork. “They have deep roots, and the operations the Order is undertaking is a large one. Destroying this group will pave a path to a better future. Still.” She looked back to the Map, and remembered the invasion of Ivorystan.
“Anyways, get those invites done. The maids will be in shortly to collect them.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Gemma mocked back, as she sealed and stamped a few more invites.
“So. Sister. Is MaryAnne going to be there?” Gemma looked as she watched her sister's cheek grow flush. “I remember the Valkyries being a part of Son’s Task force… So was she part of the recall.” Gemma smirked, as she watched her sister some more.
“Oh dear.” Came the surprised voice of Inna, as she slowly moved out of eye sight of Vivi, who looked to be reaching for a letter knife on the table.
“Oh, she was a part of his task force.” Vivi sheepishly said, waving her hand in the air. “Must have slipped my mind.”
“Perfect.” Gemma said. “Then Son will be here.” She happily went back to getting the invites ready.
“I hate you both sometimes.” Vivi said, as she let go of the letter knife and read over the next document.
(Everyone will get a post to accept the invite and then make their way to the event. If you wish to do some pre event sight seeing then
Other then that, I'll give people till 9-23, to get stuff in order.
