As their meeting drew closer the RP's became more detailed and I suppose both writers tried to offer one another time to sculpt the setting etc. Really courteous and excellent form form.
The door
The night stretched on as it revealed its most bright stars in the sky above as Aldrakar rode on towards the palace. In the streets of the never truly sleeping city of Askileon several obscure shapes of men and women scurried away from the menace that was the rider in worn noble clothing. The hooves of his steed ringing of the cobble of the street and bouncing of the walls of the dwellings he passed.
A spooked troupe of the night's watch shouted him to halt, to stop but he heeded them not and in the dead of night they had no means to pursue or to trap him. Aldrakar paid them no attention, the palace was in sight. The braziers like beacons and the opulent spires like fingers of a hand reaching for the dreams that hung high in the sky. A fierce smile took hold of his face and he urged his mount on, faster!
Danger was as always ever present and especially so during nighttime. Like a cloaked man it stalked Aldrakar. Riding hard through narrow streets was like inviting danger. Tonight though, the cloaked man waved him on, seemingly wishing him well.
Arriving at the palace Aldrakar dismounted with a jump, his knees bending as they absorbed the impact of landing. Palace guards emerged from the gates and with them 2 servants. One to inquire who he was and the second to take his horse. Aldrakar Flashed his imperial ring, the one of his office and in a soft and soothing voice told them his name. The palace guards stood to attention but eyed one another questioningly. Where was Aldrakar's personal guard? the question hung palpable in the air around them. Aldrakar chuckled and told them the truth. They were in the taverns, in the inns and in warm beds not quite alone he guessed.
With that he pushed past them and left his horse to the servants. His feet eagerly taking him up the steps of the palace towards the great gate and through it. He hurried through the dimly lit corridors and like a young man did so with a cats grace a less dignity than he should've. The smile never from his face and even as he burst through sleepy groups of overworked servants he never lost much speed.
Quick approaching the chambers of the Imperial Conciliator Aldrakar slowed his step. Sudden apprehension blooming from his head throughout his body. He halted, his hands reaching and combing through his blond hair that he smoothed back. Would Lucini be inside? Did she have separate chambers than these official ones? Should he ask a servant?
A grin conquered his face as he realized his silliness and strode boldly towards the door. His chest heaving as it tried to content his body with enough air, his cheeks flushed with exertion and his white teeth shining a pearly shade in the glow of candles. He knocked on the door and waited for what seemed like an eternity.
