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Oriana stood and stepped back in shock when Gracchus suddenly appeared. Blinking Oriana's eyes were wide and un-trusting as she raised an eye brow in confusion at the elf. "Thanks... I guess... Most people find my speeches..." Oriana trailed off but she heard several of the other Benjlakki politicians mutter answers like 'Terrifying, Cold, Brutal, Rude.' After shooting a glare that shut up everyone she turned back to the elf. "Thanks for the compliment but really this is politics most people would be yawning or annoyed and yet your acting like its the carnival... Though that is somewhat refreshing..."

Oriana blinked noticing that the Prince of Metargo smiled in her direction, as he left the room. Turning her head away from the Metargo's direction Oriana pulled out a small black book and began to write in it. It was mostly notes and while she wrote Oriana's mind reeled furiously trying to remember what everyone said... But more importantly she was trying to figure out what the Metargo or even her own government was up to! Speakers were always told at least a day before hand... The fact that the Prince of Metargo was not informed bugged Oriana and made her even less trusting of the Metargo government then she already was.

A tap on her shoulder made Oriana look up and away from her notes to the messenger timidly holding out a note addressed for her. Blinking confusedly Oriana took the letter thanking the messenger and quickly turning it over to read it's contents. Oriana's eyes widened and she bolted out of the room and into the hall. Not bothering to pay attention to the other politicians roaming the hall way Oriana located the large window with the view to the front of the building and looked outside. Sure enough a pudgy woman surrounded by 5 kids was waving up at her. Oriana waved back lifted the note and pointed at it before smiling and giving a thumbs up. The woman seemed to shout something probably a thank you before she turned to the kids gave them a talking to a ran off. Oriana smiled to herself hopping the meeting would end shortly... She did not wish to leave the kids out there to long... It was rather un-fortunate that she was asked today of all days to babysit the orphans but she had agreed to 'Whenever you need it just ask' Sighing Oriana ran her pale thin fingers through her blue hair. Her normally cold eyes warmed as did her smile as she watched the kids laugh and run about... She could practically hear them screaming in joy that they were going to spend the day with 'big sis Ori' she just hoped they weren't yelling that particular nickname right now... The last thing she needed was Sir.Black calling her Ori.