08.14.3013: Leonnida Counsel
Summary: Lord Garus accepts the request of Senator Hartcliffe concerning the MOM event, Lady Brianny attends as well, to discuss both charity and family
Date: Day Month Year
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Brianny Garus Alistair 


Castle Leonnida, A Library
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08.14.2013

Having received a request for audience from Senator Alistair Hartcliffe two days ago, Lord Garus Leonnida was quick to respond. Penning out a message on his tablet that the meeting would be accepted and to present himself to his house staff on the date provided, the following two days were a quiet affair with very little activity coming from the Leonnidan stronghold as the war effort surged.

Now, as the date and time has approached, Lord Garus Leonnida makes himself presentable and relocates himself to a sitting room that overlooks the forest. Dressed in a comfortable tunic and vest, he's arranged a table of food to be brought forth, where he quietly picks at the grapes on a tray beside him while silently reading a book translated onto a data tablet.

Having presented himself alone to the house staff, Senator Alistair Hartcliffe, in his usual functional yet formal style, waits patiently before presumably being announced to Lord Garus. He's politely early for the appointment and has a small satchel at his side. When he's presented into the sitting room, he'll wait at the door with a polite nod and partial bow. "Lord Garus." Even though the two have met before, Alistair maintains a severe formality up to this point with the noble, ever wary of the challenges of intra-family politics that has plagued Castle Leonnida over the years.

Pressing a button on the top of the tablet, Garus slips the device onto the table and rises to his feet to accept the Senator. His hard, blue eyes take in the sight of the man as he bows towards him, which illicits a simple nod of his head. "Senator Hartcliffe," Garus begins, motioning for the man to rise with an arm that sways towards an empty chair that lines the table. "Please, join me so that you may have a refreshment while we speak. With the Hostile movements, the delay in our meeting was necessary." He pauses, turning to head back to his chair. "I trust it wasn't too much trouble having to wait?"

Taking the seat offered to him, the thinly man will smile. "It's a time of peril and warfare. I imagine much worries you and keeps you busy these days, my Lord." Alistair crosses his legs. "The recent encroachments across Imperius are certainly cause for alarm. My request is about another matter entirely. And I thank you for making the time."

Glancing to his sister as the papers are handed over, Garus offers her that half-smile that serves as one of the few human comforts he's known to provide. "Perhaps the next time I'll leave notice as to which direction I'm heading," His teeth flash to her, amused as he speaks. "I was injured and the Rovehn and Lady Elodie Iah tended to my wounds from the Caravan's safety before I came back home. This was a few weeks ago, however." He nods to her and turns his eyes down to the paper. "If there's one thing I've learned is that you cannot discredit the Citizenry's needs," Garus continues, his blue eyes dancing over the papers as he reads the details. "Without the Citizenry we'd have few farmers, smiths, skilled workers, and many of them are a sturdy backbone that needs to be protected. They're the architecture, in many cases." He pauses to shuffle to the next paper, eyes starting near the top. "And I find the concept of the ladies present at this fundraiser eating food likely not far from what our men eat in the field to be a reminder of that. It would also keep the costs low for the occasion, make it easier to meet costs-wise." Garus looks up, eyes shifting between the two of them. "Where do the Citizens come into this? Funds? Food drive?"

"Wisely put, my Lord." Not one to skimp out on the details, Alistair will point to the next page. "The majority of the financial side of things will come from those who pledge their support, with tickets for the banquet projecting to go entirely to efforts to keep all well fed, from child to elder." He'll nod with a smile to Brianny. "And the Lady here has graciously offered to help organize the decorating for the affair, which I believe should come from locally funded crastpeople, seamstresses and the like. My office can fund all the necessary PR efforts. As for the citizenry's direct involvement, a coinciding food drive would be the best route, as funds are incredibly tight all around." He'll note some posters in the stack as well. The Senator has always favored paper and the physical that can be touched over hi-tech alternatives.

Learning of her brother's injury does not sit well with Brianny and though she continues to remain quiet during the course of this discussion, she cannot help but turn her attention to Garus with a gentle furrowing of her brow. She isn't a trained medic or healer, so can find little signs on whether he is still in pain or not, even this far after the incident. The rustling sound of papers then captures her attention and to get a better look at some of these documents and then the posters and the like that follow, the petite young lady must rise from her seat so that she can get a better view when her brother sifts through them. "Simple foods are not necessarily terrible and they hardy enough. In fact, I am hoping to learn to be able to create some such dishes myself and send out little lunch boxes to our soldiers." Probably complete with little ribbons and pictures of cute animals all over the containers.

Leafing through the last of the papers, Garus looks to Brianny and offers them to her. Doing so frees up his hand to take up his glass of iced water, which he brings to his lips as he thinks. "I imagine that none of the Citizenry take well to us eating so richly. Our Citizens in our lands are well taken care of and we've plenty of food, but to show them our concern, even so early in the war, will show them that when the time comes their needs will be met." He sits back in his chair and swirls the ice in his glass. "Besides, Brianny's work on the decorations will allow me to entertain her for a short while. I like this idea." He holds up a finger. "On one stipulation. I'd like you to visit our people, Senator, and gather a menu from what they eat for lunch when breaking from the fields. For those who's recipes are selected, we'll send them a good meal that night. Nothing over-the-top, I'm not interested in fattening my people, but thick steaks, wine, and things they don't usually have will do fine. Someone that night should be honored, so that we're not seen as honoring only ourselves and shutting the public out of the festivities. Let the giving that night begin small, but let it begin."

Nodding in agreement with both the Lady and Lord before him, Alistair will consider the proposal from Garus. "I still lunch with the masons who worked with my father, at least twice a week. I'll certainly find you a selection of meals for consideration before the week it out." Anyone who knows Alistair would know that he is seen around at local establishments whenever he's in town, rarely taking a meal at his own apartments. "It truly shall be a night to inspire the people and remind us that we all shall carry the burdens ahead." Smiling at the both of them, the Senator seems satisfied. "We've tentatively set the date for a week from this coming Friday, does that suit you, my Lord?"

Her eyes lift from one of the pamphlets so that Brianny once more looks out across the way to Alistair, "I wonder if I will be able to help with some of the dishes as I learn to cook them. It would be an interesting feat, nevertheless, but I would /hate/ to ruin a lovely event if things do not turn out so well." Attention returned to the documents and such, she cannot help but hum gently as she looks from one inspiring letter to the next. Turning back to her brother, the humming soon quiets down before fading altogether, when she trills, "I would love to be able to spend more time here with you and the rest of our family. I miss so many things about the Roar, but my husband had said that with heavy supervision, I will be able to finally explore the Drake Mountains. I've felt so stifled that I was not allowed to explore my new surroundings."

"We wouldn't want you to be the prey of a drake, sister, though your Lord husband is a strong man, and the Siamhann have strong men. I'm sure they'll give you the proper." Garus replies, picking a grape from a sprig and placing it between his teeth for a bite. "Another benefit of this is that with so many of our staff coming from all different walks, I'm sure they'll be more than capable of assisting you, Branny. Here they cook exotic dishes, but that's not what they cook for themselves. I've smelled the pots, and the porridge that comes from them is good." Saluting Alistair with his goblet of water, he lowers his head in a nod to the man. "Senator? Make it so. Prepare the arrangements and send the required signatures my way with requests for funding, though I'm sure there won't be many. Please run the decorations through Lady Brianny. I will have a guest list prepared and forwarded to you, but I would suspect to cook for at least fifty and require the kitchen to be supervised as always. I'm sure you're well aware of which countries have need of food aid. You'll need to be ready to disperse as required so the food donations do not rot at the Waygates."

"Naturally, naturally, my Lord. MOM will be more than prepared for the dispersal, I'll ensure that they will be prepped and informed." Alistair raises his glass in response to the gesture from Lord Garus. "It shall be done, and I thank you for arranging the guest list, my Lord. That'd be most helpful and the integral part for the plan's success." He shifts in his chair, smiling to Brianny. "And I'm certaing that the Lady shall be more than helpful in that regard. She's always had a knack for the creative talents."

The more and more that is said about this event, the more Brianny is excited for it. The paperwork for the banquet are neatly returned to the stack, her hands clapping together once as a show of elation for this endeavor. "I can't wait for the big day. I've already extended an invitation to Young Lord Sir Jarek Saimhann and…" And here she pauses for a moment, having some knowledge, finally, that friction may still exist between the Saimhann and her own family. She catches a glimpse of her brother from out of the corner of her eyes when she continues, "And he is hoping to bring along Sir Agnes Peake, who recently lost one of her nieces."

"Yes, my Lady Sister has a far better eye for the aestethics than I do. I," Garus places his goblet to his chest. "Am a lord-soldier. The fathers and sons that these people send to battle right now are the archers and footmen that vastly outnumber the numbers of knights and provide a necessary defense. Which is why I have one more suggestion, Senator." Garus looks to his sister, offering her that hard, militaristic nod of his. She knows his mind. There are difficulties. "Many of these mouths that your organization are feeding are hungry because their fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters that were once keeping their heads above water are at war. Try to tie in these meals with messages from their loved ones at the warfront. I'll connect you with our men than handle the field courier drops." Garus looks back to Alistair, brow twitching ever-so lightly as he makes his point. "All pleasantries aside, morale is important to the war effort."

The Senator will nod at the suggestion, obviously seeming pleased. "That can certainly be arranged, Lord Garus. Every chance we have to encourage those in harm's way will be an opportunity to hold the line." As he takes the papers back, he'll scribble along more notes on the matter. "While I have your time, my Lord, are there any pressing matters you'd like brought up to the Senate? I know we can often seem like a bunch of people who simply like to hear the sounds of our own voices, but I believe that there's a real desire to unite in times like these."

A sense of relief physically and emotionally washes over the young Saimhann, no former-Leonnida lady when she catches her brother's look regarding Jarek. While she expected tension, and this is something she did feel, no angry words or otherwise was mentioned, thus Brianny feels content by it all. With the shifting of topics from the banquet to other things which the Senator may assist with, the young lady decides to speak up at some point in the lull of conversation. "Senator Hartcliffe, I'm afraid that this drake hunt which was proposed during our last meeting may need to be put on hold. My husband was injured in the Hostile attack on Young Lady Joana Ibrahm's wedding day. So until he is fully recovered, I don't expect him to be in any capacity to take you through the Drake mountains for this particular hunt. Perhaps in the near future." That said, she quickly turns to Garus with a hopeful look, "I was hoping that may you would like to come along as well, dear Brother."

"If the war permits, sister; only if the war permits. I've a kingdom to defend and to be injured hunting for sport, regardless of how ritualistic it is, is a distraction. I wouldn't put the safety of the Roar to it." Garus replies to Brianny, his facial expressions flat and muted enough to disguise whether or not it's distaste or simple truth that's holding the reins. With a wave of his hand, he turns back to his food and eyeballs the Senator. "There is nothing at this time. Politics are commencing, as is the war, and I'm far more interested in what the Senate has coming up in terms of requests to the nobility and initiatives for the public. I'm not a vacant lord. These things are important." He pauses, tilting his head to view the both of them.

"And I'll continue to inform and advise House Leonnida as I have done for almost a decade now, as policies and time permits." The Senator nods again, finishing off his water. Noting the dynamic between the two, he'll be keeping mental notes for future interactions. Standing slowly, Alistair smiles to both of them. "Please keep me in the loop, as you are able. We are always eager to hear news in the Landing, good or otherwise. My office shall submit daily reports to both your staffs of our progress. And, as always, I remain at your disposal, my Lord. If there's nothing else, I'm afraid I must take my leave."

Disappointment is clear on her face, but Brianny does not dwell on her brother's answer. She, in fact, understands his reasons, so she will not try to push this upon him just yet.
So quietly once again, she listens to the interaction between the Senator and Garus, recognizing that this meeting is now coming to an end. "It was a pleasure to see you again, Senator Hartcliffe! I shall keep in contact with you regarding the banquet among other things." Gracefully, she drifts off to where the refreshments are put on display and she carefully reaches for one of the treats to nibble on before returning to her brother's side. "I hope that you do not mind if I take this as one for the road, dear brother, but I am expected back at Drakholt this evening. I am hoping to spend more time with you and Godric and Quinn and…" she goes on to list all of their many siblings. "Oh how I've missed all of you." Disappointment is clear on her face, but Brianny does not dwell on her brother's answer. She, in fact, understands his reasons, so she will not try to push this upon him just yet. So quietly once again, she listens to the interaction between the Senator and Garus, recognizing that this meeting is now coming to an end. "It was a pleasure to see you again, Senator Hartcliffe! I shall keep in contact with you regarding the banquet among other things." Gracefully, she drifts off to where the refreshments are put on display and she carefully reaches for one of the treats to nibble on before returning to her brother's side. "I hope that you do not mind if I take this as one for the road, dear brother, but I am expected back at Drakholt this evening. I am hoping to spend more time with you and Godric and Quinn and…" she goes on to list all of their many siblings. "Oh how I've missed all of you."

"And we've missed you as well, sister," Garus replies as he rises from his seat, reattaching the scabbard of his broadsword to his swordbelt as he does so. "I'll walk you to the Waygate and turn you over there so that the Siamhann are sure I haven't offered guestright. Send ahead next time and I'll make sure at least Quinn is here to see you, if I can." He offers, stepping over to her and offering her his arm. "I'm sure Lord Kazimir will understand and approve." Old grudges die hard, it seems. The Leonnida/Saimhann grudge is old news. He motions to a servant to box up the rest of the treats for Brianny for the road. "You do good work, Senator Hartcliffe. You're ambitious and forward thinking. Keep up the good work and never lose sight of your service to the people." Garus offers, nodding to the man as he leads the group out of the room.

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