The place we stand for

[Chronicron]

Even when their most trusted was present, representation of the Vagrant Confluence was still demanded. The one whose presence on Hascosay was unquestionable, absolute, ever watching over even the smallest of her kin. Kessereya decided to attend it in person.

Even though she was observing the meeting at this given moment as it is, for everyone's sake, she manifested an apparition. A slender, tall, feminine figure, enveloped in a rugged, black winter coat with long tails, a cape covering her head, making it look like there was nothing but abyss in place of her face, with two volumetric strands of long, snow white hair appearing from under it, floating in unison with her coat.

Kessereya wouldn't take any seat, slowly floating around the table, facing it with her left shoulder, the coat's sleeves barely giving away the fact that she put her hands behind her back. The elder remained patient. Matters such as today's required a collected mind. Although her attention wouldn't be completely focused on the meeting - she was still observing their new home system, as her capabilities would allow her to. Even if she was to stand guard against an unwelcome guest, the meeting would still be under her supervision.