Bad Wolf
The warm, golden glow of the setting sun bathed Vizcanyo Bay in a serene light, the cityscape alive with shimmering reflections off its crystalline waters. Grand Vizier Ivalyn Yvarro stood on the Skywave Terrace of the Azure Crown Resort, the rooftop's infinity pool mirroring the fiery hues of the horizon. Beside her, Merryn Sellek, Chief of Operations at Aurora Industries, offered a quiet comment, earning a small smile from Ivalyn as they prepared to descend together. The day's events, though cloaked in elegance, were anything but casual. Tonight's private affair would center on clean energy and investment opportunities, promising to shape the future of the Imperial Commonwealth.
The hum of sophisticated conversation and the occasional clink of crystal glasses filled the air as the pair moved gracefully toward the atrium. The Coral Lumina District was alive with an understated opulence, from the Luminara Pavilion to the Crystal Shoreline Promenade, its soft lights casting shimmering reflections across the tranquil waters.
As Ivalyn and Merryn reached the grand atrium, the first arrivals of note entered—figures like Judah Dashiell of Dashiell Incorporated and Lodd Grimmin of the Trade Federation. Among them stood Hoku Kalani, a Mon Calamari prospect from the Levantine Outback, his sharp eyes scanning the room with quiet curiosity. Ivalyn's gaze lingered on Hoku for a moment; his presence signaled not just a potential investment partner but also an opportunity to extend the Commonwealth's influence to the distant regions of the galaxy.
Her hand in Merryn's, Ivalyn looked over at her with a warm smile. "How do I look?" Ivalyn whispered, with a smile as she smoothed out her cuffs. She wore a long, fitted coat in midnight blue. The coat was fitted with subtle metallic accents at the collar and cuffs. It flowed gracefully as she walked beside her partner, the outfit emphasized her authority. Beneath it, a high-necked tunic in a deep charcoal, paired with sleek, tailored trousers that allowed ease of movements. Polished boots in a gorgeous obsidian leather it was a practical touch for the venture, after all they would be touring various districts throughout the city. The boots low heels were designed for comfort without sacrificing style. She wore a platinum clasp around her coat, with the engraved insignia of the Imperial Commonwealth. Her hair was pinned back in an intricate, yet restrained style, the single signet ring on her hand completed the look but spoke of her station as the Grand Vizier. Thus, wielding the authority of the High Basileus herself.
A small chuckle left Ivalyn, "well I had to be sure." There was a whisper a touch of mention that all eyes were once more on her.
Ivalyn allowed herself a faint smile, her demeanor poised yet commanding. Together, they stepped forward to greet their guests, the soft hum of music and ocean waves providing a harmonious backdrop. Tonight wasn't just about Vizcanyo Bay's grandeur—it was about vision, progress, and building alliances that would outlast even the glittering lights of the city. "Welcome to Vizcanyo Bay, I trust your travels were well." The Grand Vizier greeted.
The hum of sophisticated conversation and the occasional clink of crystal glasses filled the air as the pair moved gracefully toward the atrium. The Coral Lumina District was alive with an understated opulence, from the Luminara Pavilion to the Crystal Shoreline Promenade, its soft lights casting shimmering reflections across the tranquil waters.
As Ivalyn and Merryn reached the grand atrium, the first arrivals of note entered—figures like Judah Dashiell of Dashiell Incorporated and Lodd Grimmin of the Trade Federation. Among them stood Hoku Kalani, a Mon Calamari prospect from the Levantine Outback, his sharp eyes scanning the room with quiet curiosity. Ivalyn's gaze lingered on Hoku for a moment; his presence signaled not just a potential investment partner but also an opportunity to extend the Commonwealth's influence to the distant regions of the galaxy.
Her hand in Merryn's, Ivalyn looked over at her with a warm smile. "How do I look?" Ivalyn whispered, with a smile as she smoothed out her cuffs. She wore a long, fitted coat in midnight blue. The coat was fitted with subtle metallic accents at the collar and cuffs. It flowed gracefully as she walked beside her partner, the outfit emphasized her authority. Beneath it, a high-necked tunic in a deep charcoal, paired with sleek, tailored trousers that allowed ease of movements. Polished boots in a gorgeous obsidian leather it was a practical touch for the venture, after all they would be touring various districts throughout the city. The boots low heels were designed for comfort without sacrificing style. She wore a platinum clasp around her coat, with the engraved insignia of the Imperial Commonwealth. Her hair was pinned back in an intricate, yet restrained style, the single signet ring on her hand completed the look but spoke of her station as the Grand Vizier. Thus, wielding the authority of the High Basileus herself.
A small chuckle left Ivalyn, "well I had to be sure." There was a whisper a touch of mention that all eyes were once more on her.
Ivalyn allowed herself a faint smile, her demeanor poised yet commanding. Together, they stepped forward to greet their guests, the soft hum of music and ocean waves providing a harmonious backdrop. Tonight wasn't just about Vizcanyo Bay's grandeur—it was about vision, progress, and building alliances that would outlast even the glittering lights of the city. "Welcome to Vizcanyo Bay, I trust your travels were well." The Grand Vizier greeted.
Taeli Raaf
(Merryn Sellek) |
Lodd Grimmin
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Hoku Kalani
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Judah Dashiell
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