"I am still glad you have each other," Sabine said to La'khay. "Send La'tahne my greetings." She leant forward to speak easier. "Also, Ciinriel, tell me about your daughter. What is her name? How is it to be a mother?"

Meesei's rounds to the various clan officials was more or less amenable. Some delegates were direct and curt while others were noticeably ingratiating. Fortunately, those with cultural tensions between them kept socialising in separate groups to one another. There was no doubt Meesei was in charge here. To inflame any relationships here was to answer directly to her, the champion.

Amongst the representatives was Marod, bantering and laughing with a pair of leaders from Cyrodilic clans.

Separate was Lunise, who was speaking with a far less jovial expression to the delegate from the Arenthia clan. Given her tasks carried out with the Dominion clans there were likely more than a few present officials she knew by name.

Lunise caught Meesei's eye in the middle of a sentence but continued talking with the representative in front of her.