11-07-2016, 01:41 AM
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.
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.