Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Oed Courthouse- Rousseau’s Office
Cort had set up the meeting with the Chief Justice’s personal aide at Eela’s request. She had thought about how best to broach this personal issue and while she could seek legal advice elsewhere, her position demanded a level of discretion that some days felt precarious (especially after the whole incident with the bug). As open as Eela could be, there were some things she wanted to keep to herself or at least not make public until she was good and ready. In this case, she was working mentally through options and hit that wall where she needed additional input.

So, though her presence was unexpected at the court house as far as the people who worked there, so arrived and made her way to Rousseau’s office. At least her meeting with a cabinet member wouldn’t so all that strange. This, however, was personal.

She adjusted the black beaded navy blazer she wore over black trousers and approached the aide’s desk. “Hello, I’m here to see Chief Justice Rousseau. I should have an appointment.”

~Eela Dasca, Lt. Gov.

Luce was an excellent personal aid. She was waiting for the Governor, PaDD in hand and smiling warmly. Her gold hair was tied back in a pretty and sleek ponytail. She was short but had an aura of strength and efficiency. “Of course Lt. Governor Dasca. She is waiting for you. She usually has hot tea and scones in about 15 minutes. Is there anything I can get you as well?”

She waited patiently for the answer, nodded and turned, fully expecting that Eela would follow her, as so many had before. The doors to Atrids airy office were only a few steps away from the Aides desk but in such a position, that someone would have to get past the aide to get near the doors. Luce opened the doors and stepped to the side.

The office was large and comfortably appointed. There was a dining area, a sitting area and of course, her workstation. Filtered windows on two walls gave the area its illumination. The view was impressive.

The woman herself was curvy, wearing a skirted suit of deep magenta. It’s peplum waist cascading over the top half of the fitted pencil skirt. Her blouse was navy, with small magenta birds scattered delicately. Her hair was dark, deep chocolate brown. It was up in a soft chignon at the nape of her neck. Her pumps were navy with a magenta ribbon edging the part around her foot and a small bow at her toe.

“Good afternoon Lt. Governor Dasca. Please do come in. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person.” Her accent was lilted soft and distinctly French.

Astrid Rousseau, HotJ