☆ A Special Delegation Arrives

[moustre]

It's unmistakable, how a ship rolls into the harbor one day bearing a flag unlike that of Aefenglom's, with triple stars sewn bright gold against the dark blue of its fabric, and Captain Heuf clears the way for three figures as they move down the gangplank: A tall, thin woman with the same symbol pinned at her breast, a shorter, plumper woman with it shining proudly in her hair, and the last is a hooded figure who follows with a limp in their step, hands black and distinctly pointed.

The paper rings out hours after with a headline that's bold and practically screaming in its delight: Dorchacht's Ambassadors Arrive By Sea, and the Coven opens its doors to their biggest audience hall they can afford to give up at the time of day on request of the ambassadors themselves. Once all who wish to attend have attended, a gradual hush is put upon the crowd and the shortest of the trio climbs upon stairs offered up to the podium stationed in the middle of the heightened stage, round, heart-shaped face beaming as she speaks with a quick tongue.

"My oh my oh my, if this isn't just far too exciting! Hello hello hello, thank you all for comin' to welcome us here today! I'm Dorchacht's shining star, most brilliant inventor--"

"And humble beyond words," the tallest speaks dryly, evidently the oldest from the tremble of her voice. Her face is far more angular, sharp in every way, with a coolness to her gaze. "Really, Hilda, have you no sense of decorum? We are ambassadors here today."

Hilda giggles and waves her hand. "Oh, you're just far too uptight, Bryn. We're ambassadors, yes, but more than that we are here as friends, now aren't we? Hm? Don't you agree?"

Bryn rolls her eyes and motions her on, crossing her arms.

"Right! Now then, as Bryn says, we're ambassadors from Dorchacht -- the new Dorchacht, change brought on by the love of her people. We'd like to extend our hands, palms open and sleeves drawn back, to Aefenglom's people, in thanks for taking care of our wayward refugees... and as thanks for those who assisted, in their own ways, in helping us be rid of Dorchacht's former Coven head, Morgana Drummond."

A murmur goes across the crowd, Witch, non-Witch, and Monster alike, and Bryn steps forward more prominently.

"I can imagine the questions some or most of you may have in regards to the current state of Dorchacht, and we will answer the specifics later. For the moment, we are able to confirm that in place of a central leader which heads the Coven and city itself we have established a Circle of Three, with those three being ourselves. Hilda here, despite her flighty tone, was the Resistance's prime inventor, and some of you may recognize her as such from your time there."

"Bryn's the mother of the section leader whom you helped as well, may his soul rest easy." Bryn dips her head at Hilda's words, smile pursed. "She's taken up his cause as her own, and we thank her for it."

There's a pause as the women look at each other, and Bryn raises an eyebrow. Hilda glances at their hooded companion, who seems content to stay at the back where they stood in the first place, and then clears her throat.

"And, ah, our shy companion here the former Bonded of Drummond, who is currently without a name, so we've-- I've taken to calling them Starlight, and Bryn's simply been referring to them as The Dragon. Whichever is fine, they don't seem to care too much about things like that.

"Nonetheless! Nonetheless," Hilda's quick to continue, leaning across the podium with a large smile, "things have changed and are ever changing in Dorchacht, and for the better -- we strive to repair the bridge torn asunder by Drummond and those before her, to see each other as equals, and to assist with the reformation of this world, starting with the Wilde at our doorstep, just as Aefenglom has done. We've heard such wonderful things, and we're eager to have all the hands we can take."

Bryn nods, raising her voice to strike clear. "We have managed to find a safe enough path to the teleportation device a good handful of you entered Dorchacht through, and are currently doing our best to get it up in working order. With the assistance of the Coven here, we will manage to do so by the week's end, and we welcome you all to come to Dorchacht, old and new alike, to see our changes and to cleanse the surrounding areas of the Cwyld."

It's with this finality of their announcements, it'd seem, that they open the floor to all those who'd like to speak, be they with question, congratulation, or offer to help.

All questions, comments, etc can be done with IC words or as summarizations should that please you, simply make note of it in the comment! Both Bryn and Hilda may be spoken with, either together or as separate people, but please note that Fafnir/Starlight/The Dragon will not be available for questioning, no matter who asks.

Please feel free to use this post to mingle with each other as well if any discussions arise!

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[moustre]

Hilda is all for these people who keep bringing them food and the like, very openly so, while Bryn accepts them politely and The Dragon picks at it the way they did Caren's pastries, savoring the bites.

Mentally, emotionally, and physically, the people are grieving for their own losses and the losses they hadn't realized they suffered under Drummond's rule, and while it hasn't been easy... There are more than enough people to quell any passionate sort who try to bring it back, as the life one knows prior to radical change is the safest of all in their mind be it worse than the present or not, but it takes time to heal a people. They're in shortage of agricultural knowledge, of growing and harvesting their own, because outside of the more monopolized sources that trickled down poorly there isn't much to go off of. Wheat? Yes. Many things else? Not really.

That's the most pressing, but for that they'd like to clear out more of the Cwyld around the city and make room for it just the way Aefenglom has. So helping hands in that way would be well-received.

The Dragon won't speak, but they don't seem to mind being stared at; they return the gaze with some thanks in their eyes, and touch Bryn with a claw.

Bryn explains that when they'd first rescued the one known as Fafnir, their Dragon here, it was more of a time being rid of the runes that crisscrossed their scales placed there by Drummond than anything else; the trauma of their Bond being broken, as unhealthy a Bond as it was, as well as Drummond's harsh rule over them has left them without a voice, though they're working on the recovery of that as well... They simply need time and a purpose, which she and Hilda have given them in the form of asking for their assistance with ambassadory and the like.

Hilda puts in that many of the Monsters who'd mindlessly slaved due to the same conditions were on faster tracks of recovery, as in they can actually speak, but seem a little lost in their life and keep trying to go back to what they know out of habit -- if Newt and the others could help there as well, they'd be more than grateful, as it's quite hard to give everyone an idea of what could be their purpose even temporarily when they've so much to do. Something like having too many choices and not enough direction, you see, where do you even begin?

The same would be said about the refugees taking shelter in Aefenglom now, they'd like to help them as well, and ask about what sort of things have been done thus far to cozy them into a new life so different than their own, if there'd been any trouble and the like.

[newtralize]

Newt is more than happy to offer agricultural knowledge. While he doesn't grow entire fields or anything, he has plenty of experience with cultivating plants and he most definitely has been researching the flora and fauna available here. He'll most definitely be willing to share what he knows. Of that and what he knows about the Cwyld, also having done some of the missions while here (if he isn't looking into it on his own).

For those that might still be suffering physically (he isn't sure if Fafnir is or not), he offers that there are natural ingredients that can help with anyone still experience physical discomfort. Salves or balms that can hopefully help with that and reduce scarring and such.

He'll go into detail about the acclimation process that the refugees in Aefenglom are going through. Newt will talk about the initial arrival to fixing up the housing for them to have somewhere to live and helping them get them onto their feet (he never personally talks about helping, but always seems to specify what the refugees have been able to manage with their own strengths). He will bring up, however, about what had happened in October with the Dorchact witch (his group apprehended her) and the mist she had created and the atrocities she had done. While not a positive subject, a subject that should be brought up to them in person as it was a witch from their city that disrupted many lives that month.

[moustre]

His knowledge is welcome and well-appreciated. Their available farmland is currently much smaller than Aefenglom's, and they're eager to expand their lands and be able to grow a greater variety, like this city. The cuisine here is much more exciting! But oh, he was there with them during that month, he certainly knows that by now.

The Dragon of course remains silent when their possible physical suffering is brought up, and maybe would even would if they could talk, but Bryn seems to think that remedies for pain and discomfort would be nice to have. Would he give them a list of ingredients for these salves, perhaps? It would help many, to have a wider knowledge of medicine for their new infirmary, and if they aren't currently growing any of those plants, they'd like to start.

The three listen very attentively to everything he has to say, about the refugees and otherwise. When he gets to the part about a witch from their own city causing so much pain in Aefenglom, Hilda gasps, reaching out to take his hand with bare, sincere sympathy. "How terrible," she says, "I am so sorry that we have continued to cause you all pain even here. Our troubles should never have followed you home." They hope that she was brought to justice and that something like that will never happen again; they cannot condone anything coming from Morgana's loyalists, of course, they are truly horrified by what one of theirs had done, and assure him that they will do their best to keep any remaining loyalists away from Aefenglom.