Hoxian culture held some things as true in what concerns social interaction and introductions; one should introduce themselves in the way they want to be perceived, for how one is treated is largely due to how one presents oneself. For this reason, Ralor always put conscious effort into how he held his body, making sure his shoulders were rolled back, his chest and abdomen flexed, along with his entire leg muscles, from buttocks to calves, feet assuredly planted in the ground below him. His field followed suit, and the encroaching field was met harmoniously, but dispassionately, much like water meets itself when it drizzles from the sky and into the great lake. Palis' hand recoiled from him and Ralor almost felt bad for the galdor, whoever his momentary embarrassment was a small price to pay in establishing oneself confidently. Perhaps if they grew closer Ralor could teach him a thing or two about how to hold himself.
"It's a pleasure to meet you as well. It's always nice to see more young minds invested in politics", he said, before noticing Ralor's extended hand. "Of course, business."
As they went up the stairs, his eyes rolled up towards the Capitol building once again, still marveling at the lying colossus. Anaxi architecture contrasted heavily with Hoxian's pursuit of simplicity and loyalty to form, not to mention government buildings were much smaller with a few exceptions. But not the Capitol; it was made to stand out from the landscape, a statement of its power and the power of it's dwellers.
Ralor snaked himself into the building through the held door, deftly closing his umbrella and tapping it lightly on the reflective marble that lined the interior of the Capitol. His eyes were once again invited to wonder the new environment, the busy bodies making their way through the space quiet enough that Palis' voice carried over without issues, although as they stepped aside Ralor almost didn't hear him, for the interior of the building was as glorious as the outside, if much drier: symmetrical, elegant, grandiose and with a gorgeous great painting decorating the ceiling, past glories worth being remembered.
"I can understand, it's truly beautiful", he acknowledged Palis comment on the scenery, continuing "It's my first time here so I'm just taking the sights in. I'll try not to get lost" he quipped as he made for the stairs behind his new acquaintance, being informed of the first level's functions before making up the stairs. He couldn't help but notice the attitude of the passing galdor that barely acknowledged Palis or himself, with a few exceptions towards other young galdori. "Wolves and pups", he thought to himself.
The upper level seemed quieter than the upper level, a welcome a pacifying change. He was lead round the ring, stopping at a door that almost didn't fit the rest of the building in that the name plaque was missing. Palis explained that it belonged to a Giorian diplomat, and offered to leave their umbrellas there, which Ralor appreciated. Once inside the office, he couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed for the other galdor; the room was a mess, not too inviting of guests, but then he supposed Palis might not receive too many guests as an intern.
Palis pushed a pair of bright green shoes further away from sight, and hung his umbrella, action which Ralor copied. "Leave what you like in here, I'll lock the door." The offer was a welcome one, although not heavy his bag did weigh on him at all times. "Thank you. Ah, spare shoes, a smart move in this weather. I suppose you'll want to change, yes? Please, feel free; pretend this is your office", he jested with a slight smirk and leaning forward to indicate a joking attitude. Having noticed the slight discomfort of Palis step, and how awkward he acted, it wasn't too much of a stretch to assume social convention bound him to try and please others rather than taking effective action for his own sake and that he would not switch back to his shoes even if he was uncomfortable, lest he insulted his guest. Ralor wouldn't have cared either way, but he needed a small distraction anyway to make his own actions seem less suspicious.
Ralor grabbed the belt of his back which ran diagonally across his chest and lifted it over his head, slightly brushing his hair and swinging it around towards the floor. He turned lightly away from Palis, hoping he'd taken the invitation to switch shoes, and slide an hand into the fold of the bag, looking for one particular document. Once in his hands, he felt the wax of a broken seal, and pulled it out of the bag, trying his best not to draw too much attention with the noise, then sliding the bag carefully towards the floor, making sure it was neatly resting, before folding the letter in his hand and hiding it away in the inner pocket of his jacket. Letter secured, he straighten his jacket, and twirled around towards his host. "I am ready", he said, a smile dancing on his lips. "How long have you worked here? How's it treated you?" Hopefully the conversation would distract any possible suspicion Ralor drew, and if not, there was always other topics of Conversation.
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