"Thank you," Theron says, grave, and returns to watching the visitors. Unlike the vast majority of those present, he doesn't even really glance at Vivienne. He watches mainly Elias and Lana, eyes flicking between him and the two royals as he thinks. As he's introduced, he inclines his head and performs a ritualistic salute: his fist comes up and slaps hard over his chest, on the thick scales there. They ring out in almost a musical tone. Otherwise, he doesn't respond, allowing Laurent and Elias the floor.
Elias rolls his shoulders as he steps forward. Even among the Atlanteans, he's still huge, though it's his breadth that stands out more than his height, now; his broad shoulders mean he takes up almost twice as much room as their graceful forms. "El Cid, one of my former comrades, married my sister and usurped her authority," he answers for the group, with an ironic little smile. "The government claims that our existence is only legal when under his authority, now. I respect neither their allegations nor Cid's capacity for fair rule. I come seeking alternatives that will not fashion what few of us are left into muzzled weapons, released only to be loosed at a target."
"The situation is worsened by Paul Marrane, a foe who commands all living flesh he touches. He hunts all of my family, and someone has been covering his scent. His victims went unmourned and unreported, and while he is not invincible, the form he comes against us in is never his own. The tragedies he has inflicted on my kin has been used as justification for our imprisonment."
Theron stirs, and glances at Lana. "A thorough review of the capabilities of this hunter seems advisable, my King."
Vivienne holds position as the official negotiations begin, though she glances over and catches the eye of one particular Atlantean, dressed in some shimmering fabric, opalescent and reflective, who stares blatantly and obviously. She winks at him as an aside, and his eye nictates back.
Elias rolls his shoulders as he steps forward. Even among the Atlanteans, he's still huge, though it's his breadth that stands out more than his height, now; his broad shoulders mean he takes up almost twice as much room as their graceful forms. "El Cid, one of my former comrades, married my sister and usurped her authority," he answers for the group, with an ironic little smile. "The government claims that our existence is only legal when under his authority, now. I respect neither their allegations nor Cid's capacity for fair rule. I come seeking alternatives that will not fashion what few of us are left into muzzled weapons, released only to be loosed at a target."
"The situation is worsened by Paul Marrane, a foe who commands all living flesh he touches. He hunts all of my family, and someone has been covering his scent. His victims went unmourned and unreported, and while he is not invincible, the form he comes against us in is never his own. The tragedies he has inflicted on my kin has been used as justification for our imprisonment."
Theron stirs, and glances at Lana. "A thorough review of the capabilities of this hunter seems advisable, my King."
Vivienne holds position as the official negotiations begin, though she glances over and catches the eye of one particular Atlantean, dressed in some shimmering fabric, opalescent and reflective, who stares blatantly and obviously. She winks at him as an aside, and his eye nictates back.