Argena-Hersa
November 16th, 2016
It was a modest day in Eraphalia with the feeling of cool air rushing along the streets and roads. In Argena-Hersa, citizens began to wear more thick clothes in preparation for winter that was rapidly approaching. Yet, in this change of temperature, the city didn't lose its productivity. After all in order to live in Eraphalia one must be comfortable to the harsh winters that descend upon the nation during the last month of the year. People still traveled along their day with the daily harshness of reality and the slight shivers of cold.
Argena-Hersa International Airport or AHIA for short captured the busy lives of Eraphalians perfectly. It was organized chaos as planes landed, taxied, and took off. Along the great towers in the airport were the controllers working tirelessly to insure an efficient machine. The only part where there was not a single spark of activity was the one reserved for government usage. A single air traffic controller held onto the right piece of his headset as he glanced at the screens.
"This is AT-Gerosa," the man stated professionally into the communication lines that were busy with activity, "repeat this is AT-Gerosa, we have a VIP approaching from approximately west. Distance around a hundred-miles and approaching at standard speed. I need the airspace clear of activity for the duration of VIP descent over."
There was a pause in the communication lines before the rings of affirmation began to flow to the man. With that, the air was clear of activity for the arrival of one of their close allies.
At the entrance of the government sector of the airport is a single man with a security detachment with him. Walking along the windows inside the airport the man scanned the skies for Emperor Ollivier's plane. Every so often he would check his watch to confirm the time. On the right arm of the man was a simple patch denoting his position in the Eraphalian Government. There is a bird of prey carrying a document and a pen, one in each talon.
Anyone that paid any attention to Eraphalian News would recognize the official as the Minister of Foreign Development. Usually he would be working in his office filling reports and discussing issues with his fellows and the director, he was strangely called out to greet the recently crowned emperor of Noveaux. As much as he would like to complain about the unique treatment of a person of his station the man can only sigh and impatiently wait.
Argena-Hersa
16 Novtide, 2016
The plane hummed through the air. Some clouds caused turbulence as they descended into the International Airport of the Eraphalian capital. The city from the sky was absolutely lovely, shining and shimmering with their sleek modern architecture. A far cry from the intricacy and richly designed architecture of Noveaux. Then again that was just a minor thing that so vastly set apart the two allies. Another such thing was Ollivier, well more his title and position in society. Eraphalia had shed its nobility over a century prior in a bloodbath known as the Day of Nobles, a rather infamous moment in Noveaux’s history for Noveaux maintained not only nobles but also had several Kings and Queens in addition to Ollivier who was now Emperor. Two days and he was already traveling, hardly time to adjust. He had been elected on the second and crowned on the fourteenth, something of a hurry though that had been made abundantly clear to him the day of his election when the former Empress Satine along with a whole cohort of high ranking military and governmental people told him of the state of the nation at present. It became clear why he needed to be crowned as soon as possible. The exact nature was something he wished to bring up and consult the Director of Ereaphalia on, one bonus to the trip here after all.
Now Ollivier might have been a stranger to the Director of Eraphalia but that man was far from such to Oli. He had seen him and briefly met him at the Golden Leaf Ball a few weeks prior. Ollivier had a clear opinion of the Director from what he had been told by Satine and from his own resources, he was absolutely bonkers and had one hell of a personality. He was difficult to be around and sometimes couldn’t hold a pertinent conversation but as Satine put it he was someone that Noveaux as a nation could rely on if need be. She stressed that patience would win the day and said that laughing would be far from a diplomatic blunder so long as the Director was around.
With Ollivier was the Grand Warden, the only member of the preceeding government to still have a job as the High Chancellor had dissolved the Imperistarium and thus the Ministries right after Ollivier was elected. They were in the midst of campaigning for the 2 Jantide elections which, she had hoped, would give the National Liberal-United Green Coalition a mandate to continue. This was also seen as an incredibly trying time for her coalition following the passage of the new defense budget, the involvement in the Nahr War and the Sovereign election. If they survived the election and maintained their hold then all was well and she would continue the path she had been steering the Imperistarium and thus Noveaux on for the last eight years. The Grand Order, the party that Satine had belonged to and Ollivier did as well was hoping to be able to enter the coalition as a minor partner but early predictions were actually placing them to become the biggest party after the election. The Grand Order was likely going to form a coalition with the National Liberal and United Greens as the majority partner should that situation unfold, keeping the Conservative party out of power again. Olliver would be flying to the international airport in Medici, Alteil upon his return so as to kick off a Northern Realms tour to gather support for the Grand Order and National Liberals. The Grand Order had its stronghold in the west with Calpheon and Auvatoria while the National Liberals held theirs in the south in Ferelda. The Conservatives were traditionally situated in Balenos but lost that stronghold sixteen years’ prior after being ousted from the government in the 2000 election which saw their thirty-year streak in power end. Now they had their stronghold in the south east Realm of Altannen. The United Greens were based out of Val Fio in the interior.
A bump signaling their landing caused Ollivier to come out of his thoughts surrounding the dossier he had been looking over. It was the itinerary for the discussions that were to take place. Well it was the tentative that he had written down during the train ride to the airport. Ollivier was wearing a fine suit that had a light sky blue sash. At his side was a ceremonial rapier that he wore for his first diplomatic visit abroad. He had wished there had been time to go to the other Tripartie nations such as Sekia and Atariia after this visit to meet with each leader but there were pressing matters at home. They would all meet in Sekia in a few days’ time anyway to sign the Prosperity Accords to officially form the Tripartie Alliance. It was to be a momentous occasion that would be cause for immense celebration throughout Noveaux. As the plane rolled to a stop, Ollivier accompanied with much older Grand Warden, Roxas Taben, made their way to the exit. Having arrived Ollivier exited the plane with a huge million ahren smile. He made his way over to the Foreign Development Minister of Eraphalia and shook hands. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He said not wanting to spend too long on formalities as he was sure that the well-oiled machine that was Noveaux’s neighbor would require this particular piece back in working order soon enough. “Shall we?” He said.
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