29-01-2004, 12:59
Nika Descartes looked over each of the envelopes with a small smile on her face. One was going to the head of each government on earth to invite them to send representatives to a diplomatic ball. Descartes had been going over every detail of the preparations for weeks. She hoped they would be adequate. Her Majesty's Government needed more allies and she had appointed Descartes her Minister of State with the understanding that the young woman from the Kingdom's frequently discriminated against Rilenad People would be able to get the job done. The Rilenad were hoping a good performance by Madame Descartes would gain them better treatment in the kingdom as a whole. Descartes was hoping to further her own already phenomenal career. The envelopes were finely done and written in the language of their intended recepients. Even the elven nations had envelopes addressed in delicate, refined elven script that would be at least passable even in the court of the great elven lords and ladies. With a final glance, Descartes rose and left the room, letting her functionaries see to the actual mailing.