Ouistreham Cathedral
Karl Heydendahl spent more than a long uncomfortable moment adjusting his tie, laboriously shifting papers containing the names and stories of refugees he and others had invited to the Ouistreham Cathedral around him. Licking his lips, Karl looked up at his Tiburan Catholic counterparts and nodded, then gestured and winked at "Hands Across the Ocean" representatives telecommuting to the unusual conference through what modern satellite technology could afford them.
"Ladies and Gentleman," Engellachia's 'Dictator' of 'Thaumantic Alignment' began, "I have entered this city and this cathedral unarmed an safe as a free human being. I am afforded this right to roam as a Thaumantican in thanks to the sacrifice of soldiers from my nation, the West Engell Republic, and those kindred in the League of Four Nations." Karl nodded quickly again, knowing that this list of qualifiers and titles were a tiresome bore for his civilian guests and the true Catholic hosts who possessed titles that were not qualified by gunpoint last year, but rather siege and sword many centuries prior.
"This afternoon we are surrounded by human peers, though some of them have suffered horrors not all of us can truly imagine;" Karl said, fingering the paper of Mrs. Linville and inviting her to stand with him, "Rosalie Linville's husband Maxence Linville perished during the Seven-Days War, their marriage was consummated a day prior, and Rosalie holds Max Junior here today in her hands. They are alone."
"Miseur Heydendahl," Rosalie bounced and comforted that baby wriggling in hand and towards her breast, "I do not know where this Catholic Church, but I am glad to be here today!" - "My husband died for this land, for this country, and we made a son here - not under marriage in a Church like this, but we loved each other, I loved him, and I love my son!"
Heydendahl turned inwards before looking towards the SWR stream, studying the screen and what was being relayed back at him. "Where do you intend to go, Madame Linville?" Karl asked, scanning the room again before settling on Rosalie. "Honestly?" Rosalie asked, "I shall stay here in Ouistreham!". Karl nodded but waived his hands and helped Rosalie to sit down, "Rosalie and Max Junior have a home in Engellachia, if they would so choose, but she and he are friends I encountered on the road. So many more stories exist here - and this round table is about expressing their stories and finding solutions to their problems."
Karl Heydendahl spent more than a long uncomfortable moment adjusting his tie, laboriously shifting papers containing the names and stories of refugees he and others had invited to the Ouistreham Cathedral around him. Licking his lips, Karl looked up at his Tiburan Catholic counterparts and nodded, then gestured and winked at "Hands Across the Ocean" representatives telecommuting to the unusual conference through what modern satellite technology could afford them.
"Ladies and Gentleman," Engellachia's 'Dictator' of 'Thaumantic Alignment' began, "I have entered this city and this cathedral unarmed an safe as a free human being. I am afforded this right to roam as a Thaumantican in thanks to the sacrifice of soldiers from my nation, the West Engell Republic, and those kindred in the League of Four Nations." Karl nodded quickly again, knowing that this list of qualifiers and titles were a tiresome bore for his civilian guests and the true Catholic hosts who possessed titles that were not qualified by gunpoint last year, but rather siege and sword many centuries prior.
"This afternoon we are surrounded by human peers, though some of them have suffered horrors not all of us can truly imagine;" Karl said, fingering the paper of Mrs. Linville and inviting her to stand with him, "Rosalie Linville's husband Maxence Linville perished during the Seven-Days War, their marriage was consummated a day prior, and Rosalie holds Max Junior here today in her hands. They are alone."
"Miseur Heydendahl," Rosalie bounced and comforted that baby wriggling in hand and towards her breast, "I do not know where this Catholic Church, but I am glad to be here today!" - "My husband died for this land, for this country, and we made a son here - not under marriage in a Church like this, but we loved each other, I loved him, and I love my son!"
Heydendahl turned inwards before looking towards the SWR stream, studying the screen and what was being relayed back at him. "Where do you intend to go, Madame Linville?" Karl asked, scanning the room again before settling on Rosalie. "Honestly?" Rosalie asked, "I shall stay here in Ouistreham!". Karl nodded but waived his hands and helped Rosalie to sit down, "Rosalie and Max Junior have a home in Engellachia, if they would so choose, but she and he are friends I encountered on the road. So many more stories exist here - and this round table is about expressing their stories and finding solutions to their problems."