A Cautious Feast

The smells of the spices and foods lingered around the Oasis giving a sense of how good the food must be even before it was tasted. The colors of the fruits, meats, rice, and wine gave a feast for the eyes as they were carried throughout the tent.

Islana watched everyone’s reaction to her; all of the people who were important to the war effort anyway. Considering the hostility obvious by some; it might have been a good thing the young woman wasn’t exactly alone in here.

Agizul, Amastan, and Izdärasen sat close by the new Sister Loctus. A few guards were behind her. The redhead wasn’t trying to cause more people to be suspicious of her intentions so words were carefully chosen. As were her movements, things like not motioning towards her Skara knife, a now symbol of the new Prophetess as much as the ribbons which graced her fiery hair, became increasingly important.

From Islana’s end, there was a graciousness to speak of things such as how good the food was, and how this Sept’s farming and irrigation techniques were fascinating. Light topics, the Ozanine equivalent to discussing the weather but there was a definite sense that the upcoming war and Islana’s intentions would need to be discussed sooner or later, perhaps tonight even. It was just not a discussion to have during the feast.

More wine was poured into her glass and she sipped it, it seemed that the food was constantly being replaced and the wine and water constantly refilled. Of course, it was people of such high ranks should not be left ever wanting at a feast.

The young woman knew she was in charge of the Horde but also was well aware this Sept did not have to follow them or her into battle and for that reason she was getting of sense of where topics led before diving right in and as her mind decided her next move.