Leona stamped her letter with the wax seal provided to her by the League of Legends. Under any other circumstances she would have addressed the note properly and sealed it with an intricate Solari symbol, but now was not the time for formalities. This letter HAD to be delivered. The Solari took her letter to the door, handing it off to a summoner willing to deliver the message to its recipient. She placed the note in the messenger’s hands, along with a small incentive of gold. After the two bowed politely, the robed figure made for the Institute quarters of the Scorn of the Moon.
After a short knock, the letter was slipped under the door. The summoner made no attempts to wait for anyone to answer. Every summoner at the Institute of War knew not to get between the Solari and Lunari, and this one was no different. The letter had made it to its destination, and its message would soon be read:
I humbly request your audience in front of the foyer of the east summoning halls tomorrow night at midnight. I’ve come across something that may spark your interest. The circumstances and nature of this particular item require I meet you in person to discuss it. Suffice to say, there is something about Mount Targon that has yet to be understood. Meet with me tomorrow night and you will see what I mean.
P.S. Come unarmed. In a show of good faith, I will arrive with no sword, shield, or armor.
A knock came from the entrance of the Lunari’s quarters which caused the woman to turn her head towards it. Her mouth did not open to ask who it was nor to invite the person inside but it wasn’t needed in the first place as silvery blue eyes noticed a letter being slipped in underneath her door. Her curiosity wasn’t peeked at all by the piece of paper as a few summoners before had done that already, writing her their Thank You’s for they were afraid of actually talking to her alone. Not that Diana would do anything to them—she was only bent on destroying Solari after all; well unless said summoners insulted her religion.
Sighing in defeat, the Moon Knight lowered her pen which she was using to write on her journal before standing up to retrieve the damn letter. A frown appeared on her face as she flipped the item, seeing no names or any insignia on it. Shaking her head, Diana opened the letter to view the contents, her eyes showing mixed of emotions at what was inside. She knew that handwriting—from the gentle curves of the c’s to the neat dots of the i’s; she wanted to crumple and tear the paper and forget that was written in it, instead the Lunari folded it neatly if not gently and glanced out the windows; it was still day time and the invitation was for tomorrow. There was a lot of time left to think about the invitation yet she already had an answer in mind.
Arriving at the meeting place earlier than she was asked to, the Lunari leaned on a shadowy area of the hallway as she threw a quarterstaff of some sort up in the air to catch it when it fell down. Like what was written in the letter, she wore no armor but a white a red tunic nor brought her weapon except for the stick but that was just a stick; Diana felt vulnerable and exposed without her partners in life while inside the Institute but this was the Chosen of the Sun; Her Leona. She could at least trust her that she would not do anything so petty and low as to set up a trap. Or at least she hoped, if not—it was midnight and she was at her strongest; a mere stick would be enough to defend herself enough to flee.
At the stroke of midnight, Leona stepped into the hall. She was cloaked in a robe, hood draped over her head. The vestments looked similar to what the Summoners dressed in, but were adorned in the red with gold trim that the Solari were known for. At this late at night the two garments would look nearly similar, but the robe was more conspicuous in the dim torchlight.
The Solari carried with her what looked like some sort of tome. It was bound in a leather that looked raw, like it was skinned from the animal and never treated. Other than that, the publication had nothing to distinguish it. The cover was bare and the pages plain. The skin covering the outside looked dusty and aged, but not worn. It was likely this book was not well-read.
Overlooking the meeting place, a small balcony stood dark, devoid of torchlight. A shadow shifted, leaning upon the railing. Another hooded figure had taken interest in this meeting. A very tall and very wide build, a hand clutching a wooden rod that once laid strewn among the sundry items on the balcony. A third party would most likely cause tension, so the figure kept posted at this far-off perch.
"Glad you could make it, Diana." Leona greeted her guest. "I take it you had no troubles getting here?"