Re: Part 74 - The Art of Peace.
"Flattery?" Cyan turns and studies herself again. "Is that a perfect...I look like that?" She had noticed the hair, but in a more impersonal way. Now looking at 'herself' with a more critical eye, with James' words ringing in her ears, she blinks several times.
Another blink of emerald eyes, and she looks back to James. "T-true. True enough, James. There are representatives of all Archon types here. There are some affiliated with the nephillim, there is the lord of the Seraphim, there are the sencathi." Staosha. Barkiel. Shalgiel. Harbonah. "I will leave them to it." She casts a dubious glance toward Luke, figuring that one will continue to watch.
Stepping forward, Cyan addresses the Archons, Banglen-Yp, and the being from beyond. "My lords, ladies, great beings - it seems you have begun proper discourse, and I shall leave you to it. I require rest, sadly. I am certain there are many ways you can contact me, not the least of which is..." A small sigh, and she indicates Luke. "Through him." A bow to Harbonah follows. "Lord Harbonah, I hope to speak with you again, anon."
Straightening, Cyan offers a small smile. "Left...you are free to join them, of course. Or, should you desire, you can join us in taking a small break from these delicate circumstances." Blindly, she reaches out, takes James' arm. "Away from here," she whispers. "If none object."