Vesta gulped, trying to sort her nerves so she could enjoy her food. The delegation sat regally, and talked among themselves. A few times, a question or two was aimed at Rycer who answered in a low, deep voice.
Once, Vesta lifted her gaze from the decorated tables and walls to see the head of the delegation watching her. She decided to try kindness.
“I am Vesta Fergus, this is Rycer Tae,” Vesta gestured to herself and the commander beside her. Vesta then raised her hand, palm up at each of the delegation members. “What are your names?”
After a moment of silence, the delegation leader spoke.
“Ruptar, Elkisa, Santor, Ukra....” she then placed a hand on her chest. “Allura.”
Vesta smiled and nodded. The delegation nodded back.
She looked around the hall, noticing a group of human refugees sitting behind her parents table. Excited, she touched Rycer’s arm and pointed.
Rycer followed her finger and looked surprised.
“I wonder who they are,” Vesta muttered.