Okanes carriage would pull to a stop at the gates as the only people there outside of the guards. There were no civilians peddling to those coming in or other travelers which rose an eyebrow. He was certain that Ei would receive word of his arrival shortly but the atmosphere was a great deal different than he remembered. When he left it had been highly active and budding as a city in the making. Now it was more humble and quiet and the guards seemed on edge. War had a tendency to make people harder. Colder towards outsiders and less trusting. Of course the prince was no stranger to this country. He had been born to the south by the ocean but he made his name here. Even from where he was he could see the corporate building glistening in the light with his symbol on it. There were others of course but his was the only one he cared for. A smile placed on his features as his jade eyes would glow even in this light. Ahh how wonderful it was to get out of the cold and back into the sun. It was so odd to him how just a couple of days travel changed the weather that much.
However this was more vacation than business for him. He intended to find a nice place for his things and then do something interesting. Go have champagne somewhere perhaps at a water front. The scent of water on the air told him his two rivers through the village were still running fresh. Idly he would wait until his carriage door was opened before stepping out and planting polished dress boots out onto the sand. He was wearing high topped dress boots over white slacks with a white suit to match but with a royal purple tie on with the stag symbol stitched in gold onto the tie. A black fur coat adorned his shoulders down to his knee's but instead of overheating Okane wasn't sweating at all. Jewels were braided into his hair and when he moved gold flower petals fell off of him and faded before they hit the ground. He was even more graceful than when he left it seemed. Still with a glass of champagne in hand his papers were handed over. Quickly upon realizing who it was a messenger was dispatched with utmost haste to report his arrival to the administration building.
While he was told he needed to wait there was a small café by the gate. He would wave the guard off before moving over to take a seat at their outdoor seating and set his champagne down. Crossing his right knee over his left he would quietly open a menu and begin to browse. Settling on a velvet sponge cake stuffed with cream and a nice jasmine tea with it. He would be asked to pay up front before he smiled and did so. A good business motto for something so close to the gates he supposed. Still it would be a few minutes while he waited under an umbrella covered table. Basking in the warmth but not dripping a single drop of sweat. Idly wondering if someone would meet him personally or if he would simply be granted passage.
However this was more vacation than business for him. He intended to find a nice place for his things and then do something interesting. Go have champagne somewhere perhaps at a water front. The scent of water on the air told him his two rivers through the village were still running fresh. Idly he would wait until his carriage door was opened before stepping out and planting polished dress boots out onto the sand. He was wearing high topped dress boots over white slacks with a white suit to match but with a royal purple tie on with the stag symbol stitched in gold onto the tie. A black fur coat adorned his shoulders down to his knee's but instead of overheating Okane wasn't sweating at all. Jewels were braided into his hair and when he moved gold flower petals fell off of him and faded before they hit the ground. He was even more graceful than when he left it seemed. Still with a glass of champagne in hand his papers were handed over. Quickly upon realizing who it was a messenger was dispatched with utmost haste to report his arrival to the administration building.
While he was told he needed to wait there was a small café by the gate. He would wave the guard off before moving over to take a seat at their outdoor seating and set his champagne down. Crossing his right knee over his left he would quietly open a menu and begin to browse. Settling on a velvet sponge cake stuffed with cream and a nice jasmine tea with it. He would be asked to pay up front before he smiled and did so. A good business motto for something so close to the gates he supposed. Still it would be a few minutes while he waited under an umbrella covered table. Basking in the warmth but not dripping a single drop of sweat. Idly wondering if someone would meet him personally or if he would simply be granted passage.