To say that Ares was delighted by the invitation from his uncle to join him on the tour was a gross understatement. He wasn't merely pleased, he was egotistically proud of that fact and had a made a point to rub it in Paris Bashar's face after Ibrahim Bashar had extended the invitation. Not bluntly rubbing it in, that wasn't his was, but needling in the fact that Paris had been overlooked under the guise of simply being excited for such an incredible opportunity.

He was dressed in finer, like always, though with more sturdy leathers for traveling. He had a ring on every other finger and his hair was meticulously in place as he sat beside Ibrahim as they chatted with the nobles around them. His eyes caught on @nithya, Keelan Morrigan, and another woman briefly but was distracted as the large shadow and rumbling of the ground caught his attention.

It was an impressive summoning, though he wouldn't admit the little stutter of his heart when it first appeared. He was sure his sister could do equally good though, or any other Bashar honestly. He watched intently at the interaction between Alys, Regan, Isaac, and the King, knowing them more by their titles and less their names.

Vesper was honored to have been invited to such a historical event as the tour began. She made a point to ride horseback rather than in a carriage. Partly because she would rather be seen in her military position than as a noble, given that that was the reason she was here, but mostly because even with her false leg, she wanted people to know that it wouldn't hold her back. That didn't mean that by the time they arrived at camp she wasn't in pain, because her leg was definitely smarting. However, her normal steely expression hid any signs of discomfort. Vesper was the definition of having 'resting bitch face.'

Now that they were all settled at camp Vesper was feeling too on edge to sit down, regardless of the aching in her limbs. She strode around the camp, observing those around her though with more attention to the soldiers given her job description. She saw Othello Allemeade as he caught her gaze and waved at her with only one finger, and the smallest at that. Her gaze lingered on his for a moment after that but with a look that was clearly unimpressed. They had only spoken the one time and trying to get beneath Vesper's icy exterior was no easy feat.

Her attention was quickly caught though by the arrival of a large monster, one she was cautious of until she noticed a rider on it's back and recognized it for what it truly was, a summoning. Even more surprising was the woman on it's back and Vesper's face did actually crack into a smile to see her friend, @alys. She had had no idea she would be coming along and was pleased by the turn of events.

Keelan greeted @nithya with a simple nod of the head tipping his whiskey cup at her, "Evening Lady Chaudhari," another sip, "Wouldn't have missed it, you know this," he looked in the direction of Cam Pyetr and his "sister", Keelan arrogantly raised his whiskey in their direction, "Did you happen to catch that man's show? Startling..."

Despite his commitment to @veda, well she wasn't here now was she? And what happened to the old saying of what happened on the tour stayed on the tour? Sitting his instrument down Othello popped on a sprig of mint not exactly chasing Vesper Delvaux but quickly making progress towards her. Getting more of a scope on the traveling camp he saw his "old pal" Cam Pyetr to which he shouted on his course toward Vesper, "Lord CAM! DIRECTOR MY BOY! MEET UP FOR SOME COLD ONES?!"

A vision of Othellos cold ones implied Othello drinking a cold brew over the dead body of Cam. But it was a vision, no harm, right? A man can dream.

Approaching Vesper the big Gifted man cleared his throat, "Lady Vesper Delvaux, the woman who gives ice its chill, what a small pleasure seeing you out amongst us drivel," he quickly added respectfully, "excluding his Majesty of course," Othello whispered, "What exactly is all of this?" he'd walk with her despite the chill she brought from her exquisite cold aura. Not lingering far from him were his "two tails" he called Bert and Ernie, a love story really.

Cassian didn’t flinch as the shadow fell and his guards shifted, even Regan Lassiter taking a place between him and whatever was coming. Was it arrogant of him to know that he was untouchable? Perhaps it was a compliment to his guard.

The appearance of @alys had the king leaning forward ever so slightly in his chair, straining his eyes to observe every step of her approach. He hadn’t planned to bring her, either, but he had passed her that morning and questioned the decision. He questioned a lot of things lately, but there was something about Alys’ quiet certainty that instilled a deep, familiar confidence.

“Well done.” Cassian said with a nod. He gestured towards the mess tent. “Make time to eat, Lady Delaney.”

Regan glanced at Isaac as she passed him, but she didn’t speak. She couldn’t. Her tongue was tied with rage and shame all twisted up to silence her. The color in her cheeks started to fade and whatever amused smile Isaac Hudson had momentarily summoned had hardened into a flat line. Perhaps her silence and demeanor would serve as an answer for the Coheedsman. No. Not a friend—though just what @alys was, Regan wasn’t sure yet.

Regan would stand as a silent sentry, watching Alys, brow knitted in confusion. Alys had avoided her since their fight in the woods; the night she’d claimed her spot at Cassian’s side. But to see her now, like this…something was different. It was as if Alys had been made anew.

It was like hearing a familiar song. History repeats itself, and as she watched Cassian Rainecourt now, it was hard not to see Logan in his place. So, instead, Regan kept her eyes forward and settled on the comfort of the campfire’s flickering flames.

Alys never looked away from Cassian Rainecourt. Not as guards moved forward, not as Regan Lassiter and Isaac Hudson took up a spot just behind his chair. Unwavering, she took him in, a calmness on her though only cracked by the way her lips twitched at the compliment. At least, it sounded like one to her. Only when he gestured to the tent did she rise to her height and dip her head. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Her gaze then went to the red faced Huntsman, her brows only scrunching slightly for a moment before she took her retreating from the podium as nothing more than her protecting the king. From her? No, just the surprise. Alys had scrambled to ready but wouldn’t turn down the chance.

She fully removed her glasses and tucked them into her pack before a snap of her fingers had the massive summoning disappearing. The curly haired witch glancing at Cassian for a moment longer, as if she wanted to ask if he needed a plate. But if he had needed anything… he would have asked. “I’m at your service, whenever you may need me.” She was ready to be wielded, and then she exited the area to head towards the mess tent, a smile flashed to Vesper Delvaux as she caught sight of the woman who had become a friend.

Only when Vesper was finished speaking to Othello did she move over to @alys, smiling at the woman as she approached her. "Well isn't this a pleasant surprise?" she said. She wasn't yet affectionate enough to hug the woman but she did brush the ends of Alys' hair back into place. "That was quite the arrival," she added with a little chuckle.

Alys found a quick meal, making the most of it as she focused more on what protein they had than anything else. Not enough to feel sluggish and heavy, but it settled her stomach from the long ride and definitely made her relax a little as she found herself more comfortable without the ache in her stomach.

Vesper Delvaux approached, and she turned fully towards the witch as she approached. Her smile genuine but small. “I don’t think I was originally supposed to come,” she spoke softly, a small smirk now growing. “Maybe I wanted to remind everyone that I am who I am.” She knew she had been absent for a while. Recovering… from what she was no longer sure of. “Glad to see the trip faired well for you. How was it with the others?”