The Sentence Too Far: The Whispers of the Association

[Blacaria]

Date: 26 Tolven, 1584
Time: 8:00 AM
Location: Tokasa International Airport

Sato Konosuke watched as the scenery out his window began to slow down, the planes brakes and reverse thrusters fulfilling their duty in slowing the massive behemoth down. Soon enough the plane was taxing to its pre-assigned parking position, and Sato could even see the motorcade that awaited them to take them to their destination. Turning his attention away from the window, Sato's eyes landed on the other members of his traveling together delegation. A few aids were scattered across the cabin, double checking that everything was in order and ready for today's meeting, not a thing could go out of place today and they know it.

His security personal were also scattered about, hands on their in ear radios, he assumed listening to reports from outside agents. Who were most likely themselves making sure everything was secure along his route, along with their Kazemuran counterparts, before he and his party exited the plane.

Sato's attention was then drawn by a sigh to his Foreign Secretary, Yashiro Isono, she was dressed in a simple dark gray pant suit, her eyes glued to her tablet held in hands. Most likely the source for the sigh that drew his attention, he chuckled slightly. Yashiro had always been a bit on the worrisome side ever since he had met her so many years ago, and her appointment to be Sainam's Foreign Secretary had only increased that trait in her. Though he would admit, with the constant destabilization that southern Ostara had faced over the past few decades, he himself would be worried as well.

Shaking his head and sighing slightly, he turned his attention back to the main reason they were here, leaving Isono to her own thoughts for now at least; she would soon be past them anyway and with that errant thought he could feel the plane come to full halt. He guessed it was time to move on to their next destination.