(Closed to @Kaii Nashirou for now at least!)
Dusk Rainblade sat in her office, high-backed chair cutting a shadow on the floor like a line of kohl through the glowing red crest of the Ministry of Misanthropy (a watchful eye its centerpiece) that shone onto the black marble floor of her office, shimmering and reflecting out toward the door. It cut quite the imposing sight if caught in the full golden-hour light streaming in from the harbor to the west, which was why Dusk liked to schedule her more delicate meetings for this time of day. The more she could make herself seem imposing to those who sat across from her, compensating for her rather below-average height, then the easier it was to get her way.
The invitation had been sent and delivered by the paw of one of her agents, not by Missertross gulls that were prone to misplace their letters or fly into windows that looked open from a distance but were actually closed. She'd written the invitation in her own paw, the penmanship of the body exquisite of course and her signature precise. She wanted to impress upon this particular beast the personal attention he'd garnered from the minister, in the hopes that perhaps he would imply some peril that would result from spurning her meeting. Not that she'd do anything if he refused, of course; he'd very well saved Mina Rose's life in the attack on the opera house, and it was clear the young vixen was smitten with him. Dusk certainly wouldn't do anything else to make her daughter cry if she could help it, and arranging for an unfortunate accident for the handsome young todd would surely have that result. So, all she could really do was bluff and hope that young Master Nashirou inferred a sense of peril in refusing the request that would not carry out in reality.
Be firm but fair with him, she reminded herself. You know what you want; you know what you have to offer. And whatever you do, don't repeat what Alexei put you through when he learned you were being courted by Talinn.
Dusk Rainblade sat in her office, high-backed chair cutting a shadow on the floor like a line of kohl through the glowing red crest of the Ministry of Misanthropy (a watchful eye its centerpiece) that shone onto the black marble floor of her office, shimmering and reflecting out toward the door. It cut quite the imposing sight if caught in the full golden-hour light streaming in from the harbor to the west, which was why Dusk liked to schedule her more delicate meetings for this time of day. The more she could make herself seem imposing to those who sat across from her, compensating for her rather below-average height, then the easier it was to get her way.
The invitation had been sent and delivered by the paw of one of her agents, not by Missertross gulls that were prone to misplace their letters or fly into windows that looked open from a distance but were actually closed. She'd written the invitation in her own paw, the penmanship of the body exquisite of course and her signature precise. She wanted to impress upon this particular beast the personal attention he'd garnered from the minister, in the hopes that perhaps he would imply some peril that would result from spurning her meeting. Not that she'd do anything if he refused, of course; he'd very well saved Mina Rose's life in the attack on the opera house, and it was clear the young vixen was smitten with him. Dusk certainly wouldn't do anything else to make her daughter cry if she could help it, and arranging for an unfortunate accident for the handsome young todd would surely have that result. So, all she could really do was bluff and hope that young Master Nashirou inferred a sense of peril in refusing the request that would not carry out in reality.
Be firm but fair with him, she reminded herself. You know what you want; you know what you have to offer. And whatever you do, don't repeat what Alexei put you through when he learned you were being courted by Talinn.