The Winds of the East [Attn: Atariia]

Atar City, Atariia

Olivier's plane was nearly about to touch down as the young Emperor noticed he had not yet put his tie back on. He had taken it off after boarding the plane so as to not have something tight around his throat, he had a fear of flying and quite frankly having something tight around his throat made it hard to swallow. For most of the flight he had been in briefings about protocol with the Atariians and other various nuances about the trip. Some might be bored or extremely nervous if they were in his shoes, this being only his second state visit abroad as Emperor and all. For Olivier however this was absolutely magnificent, he was getting to see a land he had never been to before and the people, the culture and well for him this was some degree of paradise. This fascination that he had on this visit was not limited to Atariia however, it was to all the nations of the world. His youthful exuberance and this outlook of excitement had to be reigned in according to some of the more senior members of the government but Olivier was Emperor and for him he was going to put this excitement on full display so that the world could see that Noveaux was excited about reaching out beyond the traditionally close group of allies it had for for the better part of a century. Atariia was a nation new to the world stage by most standards, having emerged from their civil war back in 1974. While Noveaux had been on cordial terms with the preceding government, those ties had been rather quickly severed when said government began a serious campaign to eliminate opposition. When the Atarrian people rose up against this oppression the Novean government in a rather highly criticized move not only funded the rebels but also had military advisers sent to aid them. In hindsight this broke with all kinds of protocol in Noveaux and the international community but it had paid dividends as when the war was over and the reconstruction began Noveaux's support had brought about a new friend and in time an ally. 

At present Atariia was one of two nations not yet in the Tripartie Alliance that were allied with Noveaux. The other was Noveaux's southern neighbor and long time friend, Neuvu. While Neuvu had been at the negotiating table for nearly half the last decade it had not been apart of the Tripartie's predecessor, the Ever Closer Pact between Noveaux, Sekia and Eraphalia. This difference meant that Neuvu was going to accede to the Prosperity Accords within a couple weeks of the foundation while Atariia was going to have to wait for nearly a month or so. The specific time table of the accession was something on the agenda and one reason that Olivier was visiting. He also was here to get a feel for the distant ally of Noveaux, a nation led by a President who had been a friend of the former Empress and indeed Noveaux itself. 

Upon landing Olivier donned his tie which was the same shade of faded blue that was on the Novean flag that adorned the outside of the plane. He wore a black fitted suit that accentuated his fit physique and his hair was styled though was a bit tussled from his sleep. He approached the doorway and with a genuine smile proceeded down the stairs and over to the Atariians who were awaiting his arrival. Much to Olivier's delight only a small security detail was present at the airport, he didn't enjoy being engulfed by security and only traveled with a light detail as well, though the National Security Bureau would certainly say all were the equivalent of three other people. 

General Karl Sieg was the man who Olivier would be meeting first and out of respect he saluted the General before shaking his hand. "Thank you for meeting us here General." Olivier said with a smile and bit of a bounce in his step as he proceeded on from the greetings and into the car that took him to the National Senate building which was large and monolithic in detail. The city was beautiful and the port magnificent, Olivier made a mental note that he'd need to come back to Atariia during the warmer months to go relax at an ocean side retreat somewhere. The drive to the National Senate was pleasant enough, Olivier spent the time looking out the window and only half paying attention to his assistant's briefing on the details of the meeting. He was far more curious about the country and its people than the meeting but being Sovereign meant he had to put the national interests ahead of his own. 

Exiting the car he turned back to where a few reporters were taking a moment to wave and flash his devilishly handsome smile their way just to make someone somewhere swoon. "Your Majesty what have you thought about Atar?" Came a question being shouted by one of the reporters, he felt the glare of his assistant on his back as he broke protocol and proceeded over to where the reporters were. They looked stun that a ruler, a monarch nonetheless had actually broken with protocol and opted to answer a question personally. "It's absolutely beautiful here, I wish I had more time to look around and see the city's niches but alas I have a meeting to attend to that has the fate of my nation and yours becoming intertwined" Olivier said before breaking off as a few more questions were asked. From there he now proceeded into the building and to the room where the Atariian President was waiting. He entered the finely decorated room with a smug expression he had given his assistant before turning into one of respect as he approached the President. "Thank you for having us today." He said greeting him and shaking his hand.