Invasion of Freljord [Open to All Summoners]

Vessaria inclined her head towards the Senior Summoner as he entered. Hildebrand Runeblood, of both Demacian and Freljordian heritage and one such Summoner she had expected to hear from. She tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear as he sat down. "Indeed, though the matter is far more pressing than I would have previously thought." A small frown shadowed her features, though she was otherwise neutral in her posture. "Freljord is, as of this moment, our main focus due to the invasion of the Void, as you know. For their sake, and for Runeterra, we must contain it as quickly as possible." Dark purple glanced towards the seated Summoner, "Unfortunately, there are... other matters which require my attention, stirrings which should not be taken lightly."

Vessaria clasped her hands together in thought for a brief second before she continued. "That is why I need you to travel to Freljord with Summoners who have offered their service. I recall you being present during the Kalamanda crisis, and the way the Institute wishes to handle this matter remains largely the same - a nexus will be provided to allow the formation of the barrier."

Before she could continue, the creak of the doors brought her eyes up. The woman was familiar to Vessaria, but she had not seen the face in a while. "Summoner Tybresa," she responded smoothly. "I will admit, it is a surprise to see you." Vessaria watched the woman move around the table, only looking away once Tybresa had taken a seat. She returned to address Hildebrand once more, though very well aware of the woman's careful gaze. "One other fact to note is that the Institute has sent two Silver ranked Summoners to accompany Champion Morgana to the Field who had offered to help the Freljordian forces. Of course, the Judicator is also present on the field and as such, I'd advise you take greater precaution. The location of the main threat is within the territory of the Winter's Claw, and many of our Champions have taken it upon themselves to assist... on both sides."

Having said that, Vessaria turned her attention to Tybresa. "As for you," she said mildly, "Normally I would assume you have an interest in this affair, but now I wonder if you are simply here because you feel as if you must be." Her expression was, as always, unreadable but her eyes spoke volumes. A harsh sort of understanding filled them, and she continued as calm as ever. "Though I am mostly aware of the general circumstance surrounding your absence, it is in poor form that you would still choose to leave when the Institute is in need of you the most." Though she did not intent to berate the poor woman, Vessaria's tone was rather unsympathetic. "I do not think your presence is required in Freljord, but I will be sure to call upon you if something more appropriate arises." She moved as if to dismiss Tybresa, but paused for a moment. A sigh. "I understand that one's grief can be overwhelming, but we cannot forgo our duties for so long. I expect better from you in the future."

Her next words were directed towards Hildebrand. "Let me know when you are ready. Preferably as soon as possible."

Vessaria stood as Tybresa began to speak, her arms folded neatly in front of her as she patiently listened to the female's response. It was strung to the highest tunes, the most apologetic flowing forth with humility and conviction. It was clear to her that the Steward was most disappointed in herself and the High Councilor didn't feel much like agreeing with that sentiment. Nevertheless, she did not break eye contact with the bright-eyed Summoner. Though she did interrupt Tybresa at one point. "On the bring of war? Not quite. But we do have many urgent issues that must be addressed. To go so far as to say war is imminent," she shook her head, "No."

When Tybresa then ducked her head, her voice once more filled with regret, Vessaria felt her brow rise just a tad. Though she appreciated such words, she believed only in action did one prove themselves. Steps into action, however, was a good start. A thin smile graced her lips, though they do not drop even a whisper as Tybresa seemed to contemplate herself into silence. It was only when she looked up did she speak, and Vessaria inclined her head curtly. "There is no need to apologize. As I previously mentioned, your situation was understandable though that does not lessen the consequences. Return to your duties. I will call for you if I require your aid."

She had a feeling that the time would come fairly soon.

Vessaria pursed her lips as the sound of footsteps neared the room. She had a good feeling as to who it was. When a man possibly as old as time itself burst in, she found herself holding back a neat sigh. A shuffle of her papers as she watched Nulla glance at his pocketwatch, muttering to himself. She stood as she was addressed, a polite smile gracing her countenance. "Yes, you are," but it was far from stern. It was more of a simple fact, almost as if she was commenting on the color of one's shirt. She turned to her reports, straightening them out before picking them up gently. She was done here.

"I'm sure you've heard of the invasion, hence your presence here." Vessaria began, slowly sliding her chair into the table neatly. Her nails clicked on the back of the wooden chair soothingly, "I have already assigned Senior Summoner Runeblood to lead our assistance to Freljord." She then brought her eyes onto Nulla, a smile echoing in her faint amusement. "I believe he has already begun to leave. If you leave now, you can't miss it."