Unity

"What do you mean, 'we're having guests'?" Sephora whined, twirling a strand of hair, while she stared up the sky, lying on the grass in the gardens.

Ravyn sat cross-legged beside her. Who now chuckled, and poked Sephora in the ribs, eliciting a hiss. "It means exactly what I just said," The Shadow drawled, "You and Ambrose both need allies now that Vince has waged war against you. We have always been close with Lord Rhonan, and so Joe has invited over a group of his Emissaries and Ambassadors to come and discuss an alliance."

Sephora groaned, a loud and undignified sound, that made Ravyn chuckle again. Sephora sat up and glanced to her friend with a frown, "I'm going to have to play hostess aren't I?"

Ravyn snorted, and picked a daisy from the grass, "I'm sure Ambrose would want you to just be yourself. An ally is an ally, if they don't accept us at our worst, then why should they see us acting our best?"

Sephora gazed at Ravyn with an unending measure of respect - a small part of he