Mekhet Clan Meeting

[Dean]

Amelita slipped into the conference room, dressed in a tasteful white dress with a darker hoody slipped over it.

"Hi, Priscus," she mumbled, hovering next to one of the chairs. She avoided eye-contact with the mortals, beginning a feeble wave which ended with her laying a hand on the back of the nearest seat.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha made her way from her nearby office to the meeting chamber. She had brushed her top hat and polished her boots. Wearing her riding gear of black tunic, long black heavy duty skirt and gloves, she held her cane close. Watching the Court for other possible arrivals...just catching sight of the delightfully charming Amelita heading into the room.

Smiling and seemingly in a good mood, Martha hobbled heavily to the door and knocked...awaiting an invite to enter...it seemed the right thing to do.

[Chris Wooding]

Chris Wooding walks into the Eternal Court, and there he sees Martha standing in front of one of the conference rooms. He walks over, 'Good evening, Herald Villiers.' and he nods where after he looks inside. Was there a need to wait for something?

Or she was a welcome committee, in he role as Keeper. Anyway, nothing to stop Chris from going inside. With a smile on his face he bows to Conner, 'Priscus Greyson,' and a nod to Amelita, 'Miss Cardoso.'

He looks a bit distracted to all the mortals, but ignores them as he realizes this would be Conner's ever present herd. He lays his hand on the back on a seat somewhere in the middle, not yet sure what to do further.

Chris Wooding

[Martha Villiers]

Martha smiled and nodded gently to Chris. A bit perplexed that she seemed the only one to wait...she mentally shrugged to herself and toyed with just walking in...but decided to wait a moment.

[Chrisie]

"Thank you, Priscus Greyson." Nodding, she hobbles in. Nods a happy greeting to those present and looks for somewhere close by to sit...making her way to the nearest free chair to carefully sit down, taking off her hat and resting on the table it in front of her.

[Dean]

Amelita rested an arm on the chair, wondering where her bow was. She returned the nod with a little wave.

"Chris, right? Hi."

Seeing an opportunity to avoid eye contact with the Priscus's herd, Amelita went to hold the door open for Martha, but was too slow.

"Good evening, Herald," she managed.

[Chrisie]

"Good evening, Miss" she chirps happily to Amelita. "I do like your frock!" she adds, seeming to be sincere in this as she carefully takes a seat. She falls into a happy silence after getting settled...waiting to be spoken to, or invited to talk by the Priscus after that.