Ventium, Verveaux, Ventian Capital

Morning was dreary and grey, overcast thick in the sky and letting only the slightest amount of light through, it was meant to be bright out but it felt like a perpetual dawn instead. The royal siblings were in their individual places of work, reading, signing papers and doing generic work that ran the kingdom. However their seemingly uneventful morning was broken when messengers came through their doors, bearing word of a foreign delegation at the Airship Port. Throwing their trench coats on, they called more mounts to be waiting for them at the doors of their individual places of business, mounting the mechanical horse, they galloped to the down the main street, coming together mid way to the port.
"Does anyone know who's arrived?" yelled Ericlis, over the rushing wind, everyone shook their heads and shrugged until his sister rode up from a side street with an answer.
"It's a delegation from the Cyzin Federation, they are here to discuss the terms of father's economic plan!" she headed the group of riding royals and soon the Airship port was in view.  The group stopped and powered off their horses, making themselves look presentable before they made it up the arrival platform and stood in front of the delegation. Katarinda was clearly the most comfortable with  the mannerisms of politics and gave a deep bow to Lon Fen, the rest of the siblings followed suit, "Welcome to Verveaux, your excellency, I am Katerinda Ventus and these are my siblings, we've taken it upon ourselves to receive you here."

Overwatch, 50,000 feet above Colongo

The Tsar gently maneuvered the the Gyrokopter into the docking bay, dabbing and tapping the control stick with practiced ease, he assumed that the priminister was comfortable in the back of the vehicle. The landing skids touched down on the metal deck and crew members rushed to the whirlybird bird to snap open the doors and let the leaders out. As Voltus touched down, another Gyrokopter took off, heading to the dock to pick up another foreign representative.
Climbing out of the Gyrokopter, Voltus welcomed Priminister Wilde on to the ship, "Welcome to overwatch, Mr Priminister." he said with a smile, helping the politician out of his seat and onto the metal deck, "shall we get to the meeting room?"