The Ambassador and I [Private/Ashti] - Standby

[20monkies]

In a distant land, to the East of Equestria, was nestled comfortably in the middle of a sandy land a small community village near the major city of Neigh Delhi. There was sparse vegetation growing on the earth surrounding it, huts grouped together, walls erected from the ground with no roof.

Not many knew it existed, for it was mostly a community on it's own. Visitors would come in and out, but only those who wanted to know of the trade and product created from this village.

Not only a single family, but an extended family with 4-5 different names, having lived there for generations upon generations. They grew over the years, but they mostly stayed the same. None ever left to live anywhere else. They were happy and content being there, having known one another for their entire lives. Friends and family, gathered to become one, living side by side and doing what they did best. Creating beautiful, luxurious fabrics with gold trims, and silver linings. Colours beyond imagine, blended together carefully to achieve the right pigmentation.

They were weavers. And this was their life.

Young foals played out in the sandy opening just outside, kicking up dust as they passed a round white ball between themselves. Playing, laughing, joyfully as the heat of the day passed over them. Shades were put up to prevent themselves from overheating as the workers threaded their looms carefully, adjusting the ancient machinery to achieve the effect they wanted for their fabric.

Henna sat by the side of a hut, under one of the shades, watching the younger ones fooling around. She had a piece of fabric in her lap, and a needle and thread levitating by her magical golden aura. Her bright amber eyes narrowed in careful calculation, making sure she had the stitches placed neatly along the edges of the hem so that no thread frayed. The neatness of their work depended on gathering more commission and customers.

As she was about to tie off at the corner, someone yelled out to her, "Henna! Dekho! (look)" and a ball came bouncing off of her head. Stunned for a moment or two, gathering her wits about her, she shook herself and stood abruptly on all fours to stare in frustration at the young colts. Her silk fabric slipped to the ground, the corner frayed.

"Ammi aaph ko danthengi!"
(mom is going to scold you)

She called to them as they laughed and galloped away. Sighing heavily, she levitated her silk off the ground and frowned just a little at it. It wasn't damaged, thankfully, but it would need to be washed as it was now dusty.

It was important that this fabric be completed in a timely manner. Their family had received a letter the day before and it was a matter of importance to have their best pieces gathered and ready for export. It wasn't such a bad thing, working in this environment. She enjoyed it, being around the ones she loved. Life just got a little tough when commissions came in and they needed to present themselves in the best way possible. Work a little harder, pay close attention to every little detail. Make sure there were no mistakes.

Trotting quickly back home, bringing her silk along with her, she stood in the open doorway to her hut. A large gathering was assembled, and her mother looked a bit distraught.

"Kya hoa hai?"
(what happened?)

Henna asked her mother, a lovely mare with a full coat of chocolate brown from head to toe. Unlike herself with the creamy whites at the bottom of her legs, her mother was a solid shade. She made up for her dark glossy coat by wearing a bright bandhani style saree. It was, after all, her specialty doing the tie dye designs.

"Shhh." Her mother hushed her, pulling her close as her father spoke with the neighbours and family members and elders.

"Humne abhi socha nahin kahon jayga. Lekhan yeh khaath bahot kimti hai. "
(We haven't thought about who is going. But this letter is precious/important)

Her father spoke, sternly.

"Mein nahin jaskatha. Magar, mein aapna bari behti ko bejna chahtha hoon."
(I cannot go. But, I wish to send my older daughter.)

There was a bit of an uproar, many of whom were mostly saying that an elder should go. It was important, after all, to impress the Ambassador of Deerham.

Henna moved from her mother to come around to her father's side, looking down at the table where he had kept the letter. Her eyes passed over the written words with careful calculation, a hush falling all around.

सलाम अलैकुम और आपका कुटुंब.
हाल ही में मैं आपका कुशलता और कला का ब्रोकेड देखता था, मैं को आप लिखता हूँ पूछना उद्यत एक सम्भावना को आपका तजरबा किराये पर देना और को आप एक परिधान के माजरा असाधारण लिए मंगाना.

मैं साधन आप बदला देना पाना, यद्यपि माफ कीजिए दूरी एक समस्या हम लिए सकता है.
मैं आप निवेदन करना को में मेरा रियासत मैनहट्टन में. सफ़र सब व्यय भुगतान होगा, जैसा मेरा निम्नलिखित चेक जैसे लिफाफा प्रकट करना.

फिर भी मैं समझना अगर आप रद्द करना, नहीं तो आप सकना पाबन्दी करना चेक संरक्षित करना जैसा एक क्षतिपूर्ति

नमस्कार, राजदूत Salamalekh Sandburst of Elysion.

स्थान की दूतावास मैनहट्टनि

***

Salām alaikum aur āpkā parivār.
Hāl hī mẽ ma︢i︣ āpkā kuśaltā aur kalā kā bārkoḍ dēkhatā thā, ma︢i︣ ko āp likhtā hū̃ pūchnā udyat ek sambhāvana ko āpkā tajarab kriyā par denā aur ko āp ek paridhāna ke manzūrī asādhāraṇa li'e māṅgnā.

Ma︢i︣ sā́dhana āp badal denā pānā, yadyapi mu'āf kījie dūrī ek samasyā ham li'e saktā hai.
Ma︢i︣ āp nivēdan karnā ko mẽ merā riyāsat manehattan mẽ. Safar sab vyaya bhugatāna hogā, jaisā merā nimnalikhit cēk jaisē lifāfā prakaṭa karnā.

Phir bhī ma︢i︣ samajhnā agar āp radda karnā, nahī̃ to āp saknā pābandī karnā cēk surakṣit karnā jaisā ek kshatipurti.

Namaskar, rājadūt Salamalekh Sandburst of Elysion.

Hirânnsthan ki dūtāvāsa Mainahaṭṭani

***

"May peace be upon your household.
Having recently heard of your skill and art about weaving fabric, I am writing to inquire about a possibility to rent your know-how and order you an outfit for a special occasion.

I have the means to pay you, however I am afraid distance could be an issue for both of us.
I am therefore proposing you to join me in my homestead at Manehattan. The travel would be all expenses paid, as the herewith cheque in the envelope indicates it.

I understand nonetheless if you refuse, in that case you are free to keep the cheque as indemnification.

My respectful greetings, Ambassador Salamalekh Sandburst, Lord of Elysion

Deerean Embassy of Manehattan"

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The letter was written in Sanskrit, and Henna could tell that the letter was written with great care, as it was handwritten by a quill. The letters had some hesitation to them, as though they were carefully thought out to reproduce. It wasn't perfect, of course, but there was a lot of effort put behind those words. Her gaze landed upon the official seal of the embassy, a griff. A rather powerful looking symbol.

The noise returned around her as they all blurted words back and forth until Henna cleared her throat. Their eyes fell on her. In the spotlight.

"Mein jaongi."
(I'll go)

Her father seemed stunned, but then leaned towards her with a serious face. He, too, was just as handsome as he was in her youth. Him and her mother had made a wonderful couple, but he was a paler shade with some speckled texture across his coat. His eyes were the same bright amber as hers.

"Nahin."
(No)

"Magar… kyoon? Ammi aur Diddi ko kaam hai. Saabh ko kaam hai, aur mein teekh se baath kar sakhti hoon. Aam Zaban se. Mein jaongi. Bas."
(But… why? Mom and sister have work. Everyone has work, and I can speak properly. With the Common Tongue. I'm going. That's it.)

She knew it was the right decision, because both her mother and elder sisters had a big tie-dye commission to work on. Her father just couldn't leave because he had to make sure everything was running smoothly here in the village. Anyone else… he just couldn't rely on them making the best impression. And her brother was way too young to go anywhere. She was the only one left to decide upon. Besides, she knew a little more of the common tongue than any of her members did. It was her little secret for the trips into Neigh Delhi when foreigners of the West would be there - her fascination with them always lead her to attempting conversation with them, which had always led her to learning some of the words.

After a long moment of hesitation and thought, her father had finally come to a decision.

"Teekh hai. Shaam taakh tayar ho jao."
(Okay. Be ready by nightfall.)

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Henna had put on her best outfit - a gorgeous green, wine red and mustard yellow silk brocade saree with gold trim and embroidery work. She wore a pearl white bindi and matching necklace, with a row of gold bangles. Between her eyes, on the white cream patch that spread from her forehead down to the tip of her muzzle, she placed a red bhindi. It was one of her favourite outfits, and having her mane and tail freshly oiled with fragrant amla and tightly braided with jasmine buds interwoven between, she was a picture of traditional perfection.

Her family hoped that she would make a great impression. A bag was packed with all the highest quality fabrics and her own necessities, quite sure she was going to be staying for more than a couple of days. Henna's family wasn't sure what to do with the cheque, as it was they dealt with only cash, but they kept it anyways and put it away safely while making sure that Henna was well prepared in case expenses were necessary.

It was difficult parting with her family. It was an honour to bestow upon them, going to Manehattan and to meet and greet the ambassador of Deerham. He needed them to create an outfit for a special occasion, and she was going to do her best to show what her village was capable of.

What she was capable of.

At the train station in Neigh Delhi, she bid them all farewell, reassuring that she would be fine on her own. She would manage, now that she was almost an adult. Her trips to Neigh Delhi were often short lived, and she wished she could stay for longer than their family deemed necessary.

So this was her chance to see what she was capable of - finding her way to a new city, a new world, for the first time in her life.

She was on her journey to the west, where Equestria was - a land filled with wonder and amazement. A different world than the one she lived in.

The horn blared as the conductor called out for the last boarding, before the doors closed. Henna waved her hoof to everyone that was present at the boarding ramp, watching as the station rolled away, the train steaming forward towards it's destination.

Henna felt a pang of homesickness already. A tear threatening to spill. Not for too long, she told herself. She would be fine. She would do her family proud. She would represent them, and help the entire village with this important commission.

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Manehattan.

It was a wondrous city, filled with sky-high buildings, and blaring traffic. The hustle and bustle reminded her of Neigh Delhi, except that Neigh Delhi had the scent of spices wafting through the streets, familiar words calling out, songs played on the street sides by peddling musicians. Here, it was rushing from one end to the other, yelling and screaming to get out of the way as taxi-carts were pulled by working ponies.

Henna was lost in amazement and awe. She had caught a glimpse of a large pony statue in the water that was the edge of the city, a rather long bridge stretching out across it. A cultural shock.

Now, she had to find her way to the Embassy. She was unsure of where to start, as she was not familiar with this place.

Where she went, her luggage levitating behind her, others were watching her in great curiosity. Her dress must have been out of place, for such finery was never seen in these parts. She was the odd one amongst the chic and modern, standing out of the crowd. But Henna did not notice this. She boarded one of the taxi's and attempted her best to speak with the pony carrying her.

"Mujhe… Deerham Embassy jana hai."
(I have to go to the Deerham Embassy)

She hesitated a little, unsure if the other could figure it out. "Deerham Embassy?" She asked, instead. That much the other should know, right? Her accent was thick and heavy, filled with exotic. Perhaps the stallion understood, because he had a wide smile and nodded quickly.

"Ah, you need to go to the Deerham Embassy. Well, why didn't you say so! I'll take you there in a jiffy!" And away she was, clutching to her seat as the other breezed the cart through the city traffic, catching her breath as soon as they came to a stop. She had never travelled out in the open like this before - never with such speed! She felt a bit of a thrill, her heart pounding heavily.

"Here we are!" He called out, looking over at the other. "That will be 10 bits!" Henna looked at the other blankly, trying to put the words together. Processing the meaning of them. The stallion gestured towards the building, and Henna looked up at it.

"Deerham Embassy. Here." The other said again, simplifying for her.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, quickly jumping out of her seat, large suitcase levitating from her magic.

"10 bits?" the other said, holding his hoof out. Henna blinked again, then it registered. Of course! He needed money. But how much? She looked in a little pouch she carried around her neck and waist, pulling out a couple of coins to hand to the other. It seemed he was pleased with it, despite it being a foreign currency, but thank her nevertheless and disappeared around the corner.

Henna turned to face the building. Intimidating as it was, she only hoped that the one she had come to meet would not be as intimidating as this feeling.

With a great smile on her face, ridding herself of those emotions, she felt more confident now that she was without supervision. She entered into the building, and hoped that the greeting she received would be just as warm and welcoming as she was presenting herself to be.

[Ashti Sandburst]

It was the afternoon in the insular city, around 4 p.m, and the sky was bright as the wind was warm. For the ambassador, accustomed to hot temperature, it was a very good day unlike the little storm they had the last week. Sincerely, it was not the first time but he wondered how his centuries old mansion could still stand...

But now the streets were clean and dry and the weather more than appreciable. But right now the ambassador had others matter to take care of.

Standing behind his desk, facing the window, Ashti was looking thought it, gazing to the street. In his hoof he had a letter wrote in Hindi, not one he did... actually it was a reply from one he have send to Neigh Deli.

The Hindi was not really a neighbour language from his homeland, although it was close of the Sanskrit incantations used to cast Deerean spells. Yet it was not a language that Ashti learned and be obliged to use a dictionary. He has been nonetheless surprised that a fair numbers of words were the same spelling and meaning in Deerhai and Hindi.

Ashti thought it would have been more respectful if he wrote the letter himself and using the language of the receivers. But to be sure he was understood he wrote in the verso a Equestrian version of the Hindi text as well.

And as for the letter he have wrote, he used a dictionary to translate the reply : It said that the weavers he have contacted have accepted his request and therefore have send their daughter to fulfil the request. And they joined a picture of the said daughter.

Knowing that his guest, Henna, was coming today, the unicorn had no clue about the hour. He have hired a taxi for the day, with the mission to find and escort to the embassy Henna (Although with the cheque he have send to her, she would have enough money to buy a taxi), but the taxi never came back... probably still waiting for Henna. This, or it have gave the slip.

So, a bit worried, he glanced the street in hope to see his guest.

Ashti knew what is it to left a homeland for a new one. Even if he had a teleporting device, he missed Deerham, the weather, the culture, and of course Arabesque. Ashti have the opportunity thanks to his teleporting artefact to go in Deerham whenever he want. But he didn't do so.

Why? Well, he have duty in Manehattan and can't left without a good reason, also if he go in Deerham but the teleporter stop working, he would be obliged to do three days of travel to join Manehattan... and this, he can't permit himself.

If he could he certainly would have used the artifact to go in Neigh Deli... but as he never gone there, the artefact would not works. Only places he have already visited and have in mind.

So, he waited. But for the occasion he was wearing a white cream and golden trims "Jaipuri sherwani" finely worked and adorning a kind of silk scarf in the waistline, a outfit from his homeland that completed his iconic turban... although he was not wearing it right now. Revealing his horn whose a golden ring was standing at its base.

An hour ago, the Ambassador have finished his duties and businesses, and even if he have some works for the next days he had managed enough free time to spend with Henna.

She was not his slave, but a guest and it was the moral obligation of Ashti to take care of Henna. Looking a last time to window, the unicorn heard knocks behind his office's door. Questioning, he turned back, replying with a quiet and neutral tone.

You may enter.

Then the door immediately opened and a 21 years old doe, nice looking with an average size and weight and wearing glasses. Elain Kofferpelz, Ashti's first assistant and secretary, was standing there, followed by an unicorn next to her.

Ashti had a sign of relieve, and a friendly smile. Looking to the two females.

Your Excellency, Miss Brocade.
Aah, Thank you, Elain. ^^

The doe then bowed and left the room, closing the door while Ashti walked to the mare, smiling.

Namaskar, and Khush amdid (welcome) Miss Brocade. May the sun keeps you*, I am Salamalekh, nice to meet you ^^.

And on these words he bowed the head respectfully.

Sure it was maybe not the most warming welcome that someone could receive, but Ashti was not willing to do too much. Also, Deerham was very into respect and it was expected from the ambassador to show respect to Henna even if it's in a too formal way. But the compensate he have planned to invite the mare to dinner, although for now he know he should make her easy.
Altrough for now it was Ashti which was "charmed". She was not only prettier than on the picture, but her outfit was sublime.

I would like to thank you to have come and apologise as well. I know how it feel to left a home however I hope you will have enjoyment spending time there, eheh. Sukriya (thank you).

And bowing a last time the head, he proposed a set to the Henna.

If I may, you are as elegant as your sari. I am really looking forwards your work. ^^

The room, although slightly empty, was still classy with a flag of Deerham against the wall, some deerean sculptures and pictures, plants here and there, tapestry also. But above-all, there was a corner of the room which was fitted out with library, sofa, table and pillow. It was the relax spot of Ashti.


*May the sun keeps you : The Deerhai version of Good Afternoon/Day

[20monkies]

Henna Brocade was very surprised by the reception she received. It was as though every pony in the building had been expecting her, and this was truly unexpected for her. Of course the Ambassador was waiting and was going to treat her with the utmost care and respect. She was his guest. And being a guest, invited from a distant land, he was taking time out of his schedule to accommodate her. She should have known this, but was truly at a loss of words.

They were welcoming and kind, asking her to wait for a moment as they gathered themselves up to make sure she was not ruffled. Her appearance had played a great role in her recognition to the staff. But Henna did not know what was happening, as words were quickly passed from one to the other, until she was whisked away by a kind looking doe wearing glasses. She was knocking at a door, and the next moment they were opening into a most exquisite looking room.

Luggage levitating behind her, keeping her belongings close to herself, she gazed upon each object that decorated this space.

It was filled with treasures of the far East, despite how empty it may have looked. The flag, sculptures, and a small library. But it was the tapestry that had caught her eye, a beautiful piece reminiscent of her own village near Neigh Delhi. How she missed her home. She was feeling a little sad when she thought about them. Her father, her mother, her sisters and her brother. Every pony in the village, and their smiling faces and familiar words. Here was a foreign land to her using the Equestrian Common Language and she had all but a handful of knowledge to it.

She really hoped she looked her best, because the ambassador was wearing a gorgeous traditional outfit of his own, a silk scarf attracting her attention all the more. The Jaipuri Sherwani he wore was similar to some of the Sherwani's she saw in the marketplaces. At least to her heart, it was a familiar sight. Her amber eyes took in every little detail, the quality, the craftsmanship before she was gazing back up at the Ambassador himself.

What was she supposed to do? Was she supposed to bow down and greet him? Her father had said something about respect and remembering their status - they were of lower status, not like the monarchs of Equestria.

When the secretary introduced her to the Ambassador, and was bowing, Henna gave him a warm smile and put her hooves together, bowing her head in turn, bending forward even more.

"Namaste, Salamalekh." It was great she remembered his name, and was able to pick up the words as he spoke.

"Pleasure is mine. Shukriya."

She was being modest, as her voice was thick with her accent. She hoped that he would be able to understand her words, the tones slightly off key in terms of how most of the Westerners in Equestria spoke.

"Here I am, happy with meeting you." She kept her head bowed, not daring to lift her eyes. Her nerves were getting the better of her, every part of her body feeling tremors of intimidation. She was very nervous in front of him, not sure how he would speak to her. But the tone of his voice was kind, and she was lifting her head up to see that he was bowing his head to her again.

He was thanking her. She paid close attention to every single word he spoke. Thankfully, she was able to make sense of them, and she could see that he was complimenting him as his gaze was falling over the sari she wore. She blushed a little.

"Your giving me dawat*, my khandan* appreciate very much. Aaph ke* Sherwani… very, beautiful as well…" Her words were broken, but she tried very hard to make an impression. Her family depended on her.
(invitation), (family), (your)

"Oh!" Her luggage dropped suddenly behind her with a great "THUD!" and she turned around towards it, opening it up quickly to pull out a few pieces of silk, levitating them out in front of Ashti. She wasn't sure if him saying he was looking forward meant wanting to look at them right now, but she figured since she was here he would want to see them now.

A red silk brocade piece, a gold with silver trimming and a deep violet one with small beads and pearls dropping at the hemline were levitated in front of the ambassador, wrapped in her amber coloured aura. She held them out for him to look, speaking very quickly. She had become very excited to introduce him to her work.

"This one, I… wove. This too. I pray you like it. Is it beautiful? Shyad*… this one? Thread is very rare. Very... hard to find this silk. We work very hard. Bahot* time and work se."
(maybe),(with a lot of)ce him

Henna was very enthusiastic about showing off their crafstmanship, as he had shown immediate interest upon her own saree and speaking highly of looking forward to seeing her work. She hadn't realized that perhaps this wasn't the exact moment and place to start pulling pieces of fabric out to show the ambassador.

[Ashti Sandburst]

When she pronounced correctly his name, Ashti felt somewhat charmed. He was using “Ashti” because really few peoples were able to pronounce his really name correctly... and to be honest, being called “Ashti” was a bit bothering now, making him felt like he had no identity (more or less).

But as she knew that Henna's language have words with the same sound than Deerean ones, then he expected she could pronounce it correctly. And she did.

Ashti was not trying to hit on Henna, even if she was really nice looking. Bur he admired that he never encountered an Indian pony, and due to the similitude between both of their cultures it was a bit like inviting a Deerean or a fellow sandlander, thing which was delighting Ashti

And unlike what she thought, Ashti was understanding what she said even with her accent. She even reminded Ashti of himself when he arrived in Equestria : Speaking a flawed equestrian mixed with his slight sandandic accent.

He was therefore not judging her and smiled to Henna, unaware that she was intimidated.

Your giving me dawat*, my khandan* appreciate very much. Aaph ke* Sherwani… very, beautiful as well…"
^^. Sukriya, it is a cloth from my homeland. Made in Deerham.

Ashti was proud of his adoptive nation, and he didn't hid it. However he was not willing to brag, just pleased that someone recognised that his homeland was doing good at cloth making too. Focused on his guest, he jumped slightly at the luggage's collapse.

He then looked to it and as a gentleman he was willing to help her with her luggage... but too late. So, instead he looked to the content, intrigued.

He was not sure if he misused the “looking forewards” or if she misunderstood him, but he didn't really minded and smiled to Henna. Sure, it would have been better if she showed this when she settled in his manor (as she is her guest, it was natural that she doesn't slep in the hotel), but it doesn't bothered him to see it now. So, he played the game, especially when she showed how enthusiasm she was about it.

Then he looked closer and even touched the silk, impressed : It was a different silk than his homeland, probably not used the same species of silkworm nor the same rafting method. He was really curious and interested to see the final result.

I confess, I am not an expert. Yet this silk is very beautiful ^^. I do not doubt of how hard and time taking it is to have such result. it is impressive Anisa Brocade .

Ashti used “anisa” which was the equivalent if Miss/Madam in Deerham. Actually it was a neutral title to dress to female, polite but less specific than other forms of address based on the people’s status. But if Ashti used it, it was because he remembered that it was used as “miss.” as well by Henna's language. Like for the “Khush amdid" he have used, which also mean "Welcome" in her language, although spelled "khush aamdeed".

Anyway Ashti planned to learn of Henna's language via the dictionary to use terms to interact with her.

The Ambassador smiled a last time to Henna when he heard the clock from his desk, sounding. Indicating that is work time was over. Normally it should have lasted longer but as he didn't had a lot of work for now, he can left earlier. He was his own "boss", after-all. At least about his working hours. Turning back to the mare, he resumed.

Well, it seems I have finished for today ^^. Anisa Brocade, may I propose you something to drink outside, before I show you the place where you will reside?

[20monkies]

Henna's heart swelled with pride as Ashti showed great interest in her silks and fine cotton. She had even brought out the tie-dye's that her mother worked so hard on, and even the chikankari and mukaish pieces packed if the others didn't suit his need. There was bound to be something that would make the perfect outfit that the ambassador had in mind. And if not, well, Henna had come well prepared with every single type of thread and dye powder and even a small loom that might help assist her in the creation of a new piece for him.

She was there to do the work - to do what he needed her to do. And she was going to give it her all. She was not going to go back home with her luggage towed behind her, with nothing to lighten the load.

Pressing a hand to her blushing cheek, she smiled kindly at the other, bangles jingling with the movement.

"It is muskhal… hard work. Shukriya, from my family and I. If you desire any, tell me. I make… beautiful dress aaph ke liye*."
(for you)

Henna had felt there would be some tension with all the formalities of being in front of an ambassador. It was in her blood to delegate the different statuses between those who were rich and 'higher class' to those who were of 'lower class'. She didn't think of her family as much lower class, but they weren't exactly poor either. Still, all the money and savings were gone towards more materials for their trade and food for every pony in their community.

Ashti had been very kind with his words, and it made her feel good that she was doing an excellent job thus far. Now, she just needed some time with him in a more 'casual' setting, rather than all these formalities so that she could get down to business. To find out the exact details of the work - her mind was on a straight track when it came to that.

She was about to speak when the clock sounded. Henna's own ears twitched, her attention swerved from the noise. What was that? At a drop of the hat, her magic had stopped and all the fabrics came falling down, a sheet of silk draping over her face.

Pushing it gently aside, she smiled sheepishly at him and nodded her enthusiasm all the more. Perhaps she had embarrassed herself a little, but Ashti didn't seem to mind.

"Shukriya, Salamalekh-sahab…" speaking more formally than she thought so, "Oh! Drink? I will love it." Henna was a little unsure of where she was going to be residing. It hadn't crossed her mind. She thought maybe, she would find a room somewhere, having been guided by her father on what a city was like. Money wise, she had enough to afford it for a couple of days, at least. But what did she know? If Ashti had it in his mind of where she was going to be, then she had no objection. The only thing she didn't want was to seem too eager for his proposal.

Swiftly, she packed up everything with her magic, shutting the suitcase firmly.

"Mujhe mango lassi bahoooot pasand hai!" She spoke excitedly, then, realizing she had automatically switched to her tongue, repeated herself. "I love mango lassi. A lot." A soft giggle escaped her. "What you like? I sure love to see Manehattan more." She levitated her bag so that she wouldn't accidentally leave it behind.

[Ashti Sandburst]

"It is muskhal… hard work. Shukriya, from my family and I. If you desire any, tell me. I make… beautiful dress aaph ke liye*."
I do not doubt it ^^, thank you.

In his culture It was respectful to not laugh when someone have accidents like sliding over something or stumble, spilling. And more grave one.
It's considered as mocking of someone's misfortune. However it was perfectly acceptable to laugh if the accident is deliberated, like during a joke or sketch.
As it was not the case with Henna, Ashti didn't laughed when she "lost control" of her stuff... even if he found the situation funny.

giving her another smile, he carefully removed the sheet of silk from her face, in a affable manner. And bowed the head to her thanking. He didn't hide that he appreciated the "sahab" (lord/sir), it was respectful and in Ashti's culture the respect is important. But he would not force Henna to act as formally than him. As long as she doesn't became rude to him, he would not mind, actually.

The respect of the rank or social status is a part of his education as it's taught in Deerham's schools as well. "Show respect to other before asking for" was also a precept of Deerham's culture. Ashti appreciate to be respected, he have a ego like everyone or almost, so he was polite and respectful not only by education but because he wanted that others are polite and respectful to him as well (especially if they are not close acquaintances).

But Ashti understand than not everyone know about culture, so he's more forgiving towards stranger and as he was not in his homeland, he doesn't try to force others to respect his rank
(thing he as well doesn't do in his homeland , or doesn't need do : Deeraim know about the protocol and autocratically respect it.).

In Deerham he (and his spouse as his adoptive father) automatically receive the respect of his rank (ambassador), social status (Alisahib/aristocrate) and Sharif (title granted by the Order he has been honoured some years later). It's not always the case with Equestrians, but he accepted it. So he could accept it with Henna as well.

Pondering, the Ambassador didn't noticed when the mare tidied up the place until that she shut the suitcase and spoke again.

Mango, hm?

That.. was not real the reply he waited, but why not ? Ashti liked really few fruits, Mango was not one but he knew some place where they can buy some. The markets were closed but he was sure to be able to find some... but where ?

Ashti smiled to the mare and nodded to her.

Well, I like coffee, dates and kebab. But the later are hard to find there, eheh. So, in this way.

Politely, he opened the door to her and made her sign to leave the room while the Ambassador locked before accompany Henna to the reception hall where the young doe was finishing her job. Hearing Ashti coming she stopped her deed and rose up, bowing to the ambassador.

The sandlander walked to her, bowing slightly the head as well.

Excuse-me, Elain... do... you know where we could provide some mangos?
... wie bitte, sir? (Pardon ?)
Or drink some...
Well... I am not sure, maybe you should try "the Tropicana"... I heard they have many fruit juices and meals.
Ah? never heard about. But thank you ^^. So, "auf Wiedersehen" (Goodbye), miss Kofferpeltz
Khuda Hafiz (Goodbye), Your Excellency ^^.

She replied with a playing tone. Occasionally Ashti was using Yiddish or German expressions with her and her brother, and Elain was doing the same. A kind of game between them.

Then, the two indian-like ponies left the building and took a taxi to the said place : The travel lasted 5 minutes and lead the ponies to a kind of café with two enlighten palm trees signs.

The inside was quite warm in all way : the temperature was sweet and the background really holiday like with real sand forming beach in the half part of the room while the second part had more café-like/classic appearance. But both parts had the same café's tables and seats.

Accha, kâfi ajīb... (well, quite surprising...)

The Ambassador then escorted the mare to a table, bearing her suitcase with his magic before waiting for a waiter... and they didn't had to wait long : an earth pony wearing a straw hat and a kind of Hawaiian shirt with fruits pattern come to them, greeting the group with a Cuban accent.

Can I take your order ?
Hm...

Ashti, looked at the carte, wondering what they had : And they indeed have fruits... various fruit juices, fruit pies, fruit cake, sorbets, and it was even possible to chose the fruits in the list to fulfil a fruit basket. The possible to order fruits alone was also possible... and there were a lot of various fruits. Some Ashti knows, other he never heard about but he indeed spotted "Mango"... under the "M" letter.

[20monkies]

Did she speak so boldly, when he mentioned the drink? She was a little curious and watched his expression changing, and he drifted off into thought. What Henna was so sure about, in being polite but also being herself, was that she had given the correct answer to his question. She didn't doubt it, but there was some curiosity to know if she should have said something else. She shook her head, her braid swinging with the motion. At least the other did not appear to be angered by her little outburst - in fact, a bit amused in what she could figure out.

"Coffee, dates and kebab?" She asked in turn, surprised by his likes. Then again, she shouldn't have been so surprised. She only thought, that for an ambassador, they would have higher taste than simple dates and kebabs. She covered her mouth with her hoofs, not wanting to be rude as a light giggle escaped her again. Being in his company, she felt very respected and wanted to be sure she was giving the same respect in return.

"Oh!" She exclaimed. "Shyad… maybe, we will find?" Manehattan was a large city, there had to be a place where they could indulge in their traditional delicacies.

Sure enough, it was time to leave and Henna followed after with her luggage, stopping momentarily in the reception hall. She bowed her head to Elain as well, thankful for her kindness upon her arrival. Henna may have been lost and unsure of what to do without her help.

The exchange between the two was admirable. How casually they spoke with one another, how comfortable they were with their own languages. Elain did appear to speak another dialect, but when she fared them well with a Deerhian expression she became just a little confused.

"Is she speak same zaban… tongue, like you?" Henna asked, quite interested indeed as they boarded the taxi.

It wasn't such a long trip, but the entire time she was looking outside in awe and admiration. It was a huge city, and there was so much more to explore and find. She would return her amber gaze back to the ambassador, watching him in turn with the same admiration as she was the outside. He was a handsome stallion, in such finery that she still couldn't believe she was sitting here. Her mind wandered back home to her family - her parents and her siblings. She missed them so much, and her heart longed for their company. She wanted them to be here, to see her, to be proud of her. This job was very important to them and it meant a great deal for Henna as well. If everything went according to plan, they could all be very comfortable and sure of future commissions by either the ambassador himself again or by anyone else whom he would recommend them to.

Henna was not sure what to say in those moments, just happy and content to be here. Her mouth was about to open when the taxi came to a stop.

She peered around to the building and noticed the palm tree signs. The plant themselves were unfamiliar to her, but when they entered the cafe-restaurant, she was quite taken back. Part of home, part the warm humid temperature indoors with the classical look of silky paisley patterns adorning the seats and tables.

Henna's hoof automatically went to her mouth.

"Khoobsurat…"
(beautiful)

She murmured quietly. It was very beautiful, indeed. A small tear trickling down the corner of her eye, she quickly wiped it away.

"Pehley… you did not come here?"
(before)

She asked, as they both were escorted to the table. Henna had almost forgotten about her suitcase, when she saw it was levitated by the Ambassador's magic. She felt a little shy and embarrassed that he would do that for her. He was truly a gentleman at heart, not letting her do the heavy lifting. Henna was used to doing it herself, so it was strange to see him take care of that minor detail.

"Shukriya…" she said humbly before the menu was presented to her.

She stared at it, unsure of what was written on there. Sure, she was able to speak some bits of the language but to read it? That was an impossible feat. The language on the menu was foreign to her, and impossible to understand. She blushed, pretending to read through the words. How was she going to say that she did not know what was on the menu? Her eyes glazed over as she nervously adjusted her sari, twisting the necklace around her neck. Her hoof strayed over her braid, nudging it a little as she began to hum softly to herself. Henna was unaware of the little tics, a habit when she was very, very nervous.

"Mango…?" She said, looking up at the waiter. "Lychee, maybe? Both, I really like. Chai, maybe?" being as convincing as she could with her order choice. Simple, and nothing over the top, since they were here already.

[Ashti Sandburst]

At the command of the mare the waiter nodded writing it on the notepad. As she didn't précised if she wanted it as juice or pie, he guessed she wanted whole fruits.

As Henna was speaking Equestrian, it didn't popped in his head that she was unable to read it and thought her reaction was just a bit of shyness. Ashti then didn't pay much intention to this, just smiling politely to her before turning his glance to the waiter.

I… will take a part of date pie.
Alright, sir. Pie can have extra on it, like cinnamon, caramel, whipped cream…
Oh ? Then cinnamon, please.

And while he finished writing, the waiter let the duo alone. The Sandlander looked around, analysing the place : there was a dozens of customers, eating or chatting and the place was not very spacy yet it was far from being noisy. This plus the false warmness of Ashti's zone was relaxing.

Like for Henna, Ashti like hot places and warmness, sunshine with warm wind. Rain, snow and cold wind were not really appalling for the Ambassador. Deerham have only one season and it's the summer. No matter the time of the years it's always shiny, hot and dry. Even if rains can occur but very rarely.

However he didn't know if it was the same for Henna, but as the warmness there didn't seemed to bother her…

Mmm… feels good.

Glancing to the mare made him to remembering the few questions she has asked him when they left the embassy. During the whole tripe she looked from the car's window, with admiration. And he didn't want to distract her but when she has glanced to him with admiration he blushed a bit.

His true and unbreakable love was for Arabesque, but he admitted that Henna was cute looking and charming. If was not in love with Arabesque, he would probably be bewitched by Henna.

And she was sure beautiful in his standards. Ashti already had crush on girls as males before, so he was not feeling bad about it even if he know it could be hard to understand from a non Deerean's point of view.

But for now it was almost sympathies which fulfilled his mind, sympathy than could maybe become friendship regarding how it could evolve. Even if it's just for a couple of days.
Anyway he replied in a casual yet polite tone:

I admit, I never heard of this place before. Maybe I will come back occasionally, it will depend of taste of the pie eheh.

Having a little and short laugh, he then continued.

When we have left the embassy you asked me if Miss Kofferpeltz speak my language ? To be honest, no. not as far as I know, at least. We both understand Equestrian : I have studied it while she have grown up there. The Kofferpelz family come from Yideershtaat and by tradition, she speak German as Yiddish. Tradition-wise… I am influent in Pranch, a side of the Deerhai. Family tradition ^^.

It was partially true for the Pranch part . it was a tradition in the Elysion House to speak Pranch as the family was native of this land. But Ashti was forced to live in Deerham before having a chance to learn Pranch : It was only years later that, not without a lot of easiness, he learned the language.

I only heard one pony in this whole land which understand my native language, the Deerhai ^^. Save my adoptive son. So, tell me : how it is in your land ? I never visited it, a confess.

During this time the waiter was leaving the kitchen with a plate of pie and mango and lychees.

[20monkies]

As she continued to pretend to read over the menu, she peered over the top of it shyly to see Ashti considering his choice and then the waiter nodding his head. Perhaps he had understood what she wanted? Date pie did sound lovely, but she was content with what she ordered.

For Henna, she was used to street food from the bazaars in Neigh Delhi, often picking roasted choley, pani puri, chaat papri or even bhel puri. They were her favourites to snack on, often filling her stomach so that there was no room left over for real food when they returned to the village. She never minded, but she would always get scolded by her mother but then laugh about it afterwards.

It was very warm and comfortable here in the restaurant, and in a way Henna really appreciated it. It was a little cold for her liking outside, so being in this atmosphere was indeed a treat. She didn't know such an environment could exist in a country that was not exactly like her home.

She looked up at Ashti after setting her menu down, smoothing it over the surface neatly.

"Like home." She said almost too quietly, not wanting to be reminded too much of it at that moment. If she were to break down in tears in front of the Ambassador, what would he think of her? A shuddering breath, and she tugged gently at her braid in a teasing manner.

Her amber eyes drifted away from the stallion, looking at the others sitting huddled at their tables, eating sweet delicacies, speaking in hushed voices. It was very strange indeed, her own need to absorb every detail something that was an automatic habit. If she could remember everything about this place, every minute she spent in the company of Ashti, then she would easily be able to relay the events without hesitation to her family. Her community would love to hear the details, wanting to be part of the experience and know how it was like in Equestria.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, surprised by this knowledge. "I… never hear of a place." She admitted in all honesty. Yiddish, Pranch, Kofferpelz… it was a lot of new things to learn about. "Three zaban? Tongues?" Henna did not mean it literally, but merely meant that he had three languages that he could speak and understand. "I know little of this… zaban. Very mushkal. Hard… I can learn from you, Salamalekh-sahib." She didn't have anyone else she could listen to and speak to in the tongue, so Ashti was the first preferred choice at that moment too. Regardless, Henna had a habit of making friends quite instantaneously so maybe it wasn't that difficult to find another to speak with. She just had to warm up to her new location, get a little comfortable being on her own. Perhaps then she could speak with others a little more confidently.

As the waiter returned with their orders and placed it upon the table, Henna stared at the food placed in front of her.

A bowl of cut mango and peeled lychee, mixed as a salad of sort with a garnish of a couple of mint leaves. It was different, but it still looked delicious all the same.

"I admit… I did not expect this." blushing a little. Her tea was placed beside the bowl, and she eyed it curiously. It was steaming and smelled wonderfully of cinnamon and peppercorns. Blowing gently at the surface, she took a slow sip and found herself enjoying it. Nothing like back home, but it was still good.

"Mazey ke hai." Henna smiled.
(It's delicious)

The pie that was placed in front of Ashti also looked rather enticing, a curious sight indeed. Pie? What was pie, anyways? She was still afraid of asking, in his presence of course, and letting go of her own formalities proceeded to eat her food with all the joy in the world. It tasted so good, with some extra flavours dripping off of the mango and lychee pieces.

She washed the food down with another sip of tea and used her napkin to wipe away at her mouth carefully.

Ashti had asked her a question, and she had to think upon it a little. She did not forget, nor did she ignore. Henna was simply lost in the new food presented to her.

"Only one understand you? That is very sad. I… never heard Deerhai, but you speaking. Reminds me of mine." She smiled politely at him. "Neigh Delhi is warm. Busy. Loud. But, I love it. Colourful, and happy ponies." Her gaze watched him with some newfound intensity. "Come visit. You will love it. Maybe not like Deerham, but charming. Family is my life. So… a son?" the thought of the Ambassador having a son did not strike her as odd, but it was still news to her. She had heard from her father of the bit of knowledge he had of the Deerham political structure, but never really considered it to be some thing of a topic to speak about.

"How is pie?" still a little curious about the sweet dish that Ashti had ordered.

[Ashti Sandburst]

"Like home."
... ?

Ashti looked to mare, slightly wondering about was she said. He actually didn't heard and therefore understand what she said due to the tone she used. The sandlander was about to ask to repeat, but noticing her behaviour he just smiled to her. And at her reply about Yideerstaat.
To be fair, he never heard of this place before meeting the Kofferpelz Twin. It's only during their « job interview » that Ashti heard of Yideerstaat when asking about their accent. After it, the ambassador did some searches about this place, and learned that was an Germaneigh's former colony now state near of Israheel.

The capital was Geweihende, and their culture was a mix of Israheel and Germaneigh's one. And that military and crafting were the main assets. However neither Elain or Epher ever lived there : they were born in Equestria and their family immigrated from Yideerstaat like two generations ago.

Honestly, I heard of Yideerstaat only a couple of years ago and only by accident. I know the geography of my homeland and studied the one of Equestria but there is plenty of places I never heard of ^^. For the language... well, I am born in Manehattan but I forgot Equestrian while I lived in Deerham, and learned Deerhai instead. My family are descendants from Prench aristocracy, but as for Equestrian I learned Prench recently.

Then he paused during some second, listening to the mare and nodding, even if not sure of what he can teach her. As their native language are somewhat related, maybe it could be amusing to teach her the Deerhai which would probably not be hard for her to pronounce, using almost the same sound than her language... at least it was he noticed until now.

Well, why not  Anisa Brocade? I speak the Deerhai, understand the tribal Allemahic which is basically dialect from my homeland, the Equestrian and as I said the Pranch. But my Equestrian was broken the first time I come in Equestria, eheheh. Thanks to my private coach I got better ^^.

Suddenly, the Sandlander turned the head to the steps coming to them and looked to the waiter and the plate he brought to them. When he putted the plate on the table, Ashti bowed the head in thanking, analysing the orders : Like Henna, Ashti was a bit surprised by the order of Henna. He imagined that would be whole fruits but instead it was a salad. Sure it looked good but... He also looked to the tea, wondering. But the Waiter immediately explained him that a drink was offer with pie.

Actually they didn't had a big variety of tea, but as Ashti asked for cinnamon, they thought that he would like this tea. The Waiter then placed another cup of the same tea in the front of the ambassador and the table.

Buen provecho.

But before he leave them, Ashti asked him if he could have the bills and the pony nodded before leaving Henna and Ashti. Ashti then looked to the pie, or the part of it, before take his fork and cut the tips of the pie with the edge. It was mostly a pie with thine batter and the fulfilled with coulis of dates, But it looked quite delicious and when Ashti moved the fork to his mouth he could only notice how good it was. Nothing will replace the dates of Deerham and the pleasure to eat them one by one as snack.

The cinnamon powder was going well with the pie and he took another mouthful, listening to Henna.

"Only one understand you? That is very sad. I… never heard Deerhai, but you speaking. Reminds me of mine."

Yeah, actually. It was an author he have meet a year ago in Canterlots, and he was surprised that this one was able to understand but also speak Deerhai. This pony was not an sandlander but apparently he have studied the Deerhai, which really pleased Ashti. But they met each other only once, time to chat a bit around a café and Ashti never saw this pony again.

Ashti smiled when she spoke of her homeland, and he was weirdly see him in her when he speak of Deerham to foreigner. And he agreed that he language was close of his own.

Well, Zarûr (of course). I like warm place and Deerham is a very hot place either and dry however it is a very quiet town. Full of Gazelles, Antelopes, camel and « Deer ». My family are the only ponies living there ^^. I have visited many place, But Neigh Dali sounds a nice land to go.

Taking a sip of the tea, Ashti admitted that the taste was good. However not as perfect as full cinnamon tea like he can do (Ashti can't cook however he is very good at doing tea, which is a respectable Deerean tradition for male). Drinking a bit more he looked to the mare, taking a part of pie before resuming.

The pie is not bad, actually ^^. And for my "son", Well. Finder is not really my son, he is an orphan, a roaming kid I took in some years ago and I am his guardian. He old enough to be my young brother although but regarding Equestrian laws he is considerate as my son due to his age. Personally, I am maybe too young and busy to be father, eheh.

Then the Ambassador looked to the waiter coming and bring the bill before leaving them another time. The Sandlander looked to the sum a bit puzzled. Well, now he understood why the tea was offered... but the price was not a problem for the Sandlander was rich enough to live without working.

Moving an hoof in his saddlebag, the Ambassador took a purse that he opened and moved the bits inside with his magic, paying the bill. While take some gulp of his teacup.

So, Anisa Brocate. Is there something more you want to tell me about you ? Or do you have question about me and maybe your journey ^^ ?

[20monkies]

A private coach had taught Ashti how to speak Equestrian? She was awed, unsure what a coach was but assuming a teacher since he did mention being taught. All these new concepts, foreign ideas were becoming a little difficult for her to wrap her mind around. She was doing her best to understand, and Henna knew that it would take a bit more time to get used to. It wasn't going to be sudden. She just had to take things in stride and let the day pass comfortably.

"Acha idea hai. Salamalekh-sahib can be teacher for me, no?"
(It's a good idea)

She would forever be in his debt to the favour of learning the language. For now, they had more pressing matters to attend to - such as a dress to create.

Henna quickly finished up her food, watching and listening to Ashti all the same of every piece of information he relayed to her. Consuming it, just as the fruit she was eating in front of her. Deerham sounded just like her own home town, in terms of weather and setting. Maybe one day, she could also visit his country.

"It is bahot* nice. We are… ek jaysa*, almost. Same warm land, with family we love. Hai na?*"
(very), (similar), (right?)

At least in a way, they had a similarity and she could connect with Ashti at that level as well. It was good, otherwise another might not have understood how the other world was like and too much explanation would have been needed. Still, at least he also explained the situation with his adopted son and Henna had a better picture painted about the Ambassador.

"Oh! Finder, his naam*? I'm happy with kids, have bahot… lots cousins. Family, to play with. We have fun all the time. Games, when no kaam* to do."
(name), (work)

She thought about anything else she wanted to tell him, but she shook her head as the question was asked. The journey was fine - nothing to tell home about. Most of her time spent in the train, obviously. She didn't think the things she saw outside her window on her way to Manehattan would have been anything new to Ashti.

"Nahin. Mere khyal mien*… we should work on dress. You invited me here, for this special outfit. I really love to show you in detail the fabrics. Work on plans. Tell me more about what you need for. Mein puri koshash karoongi ke… I make extravagant dress ke saabh dekhtey reh jayngey.*"
(No. In my opinion…) (I will do my very best that… I make extravagant dress - that everyone will be left staring at it in awe)

Perhaps she was over exaggerating her ability, only having enough to create the fabric itself. Unsure if she would do justice in the actual cutting and sewing portion. But whatever, she would take the time she needed and still meet the deadline that Ashti had planned to set out for her.

This wasn't exactly the place to discuss such matters, since food was around. Handling clothing around food was a scary thought.

As Ashti was paying the waiter, she watched in curiosity how the method of payment was made. Just in case she needed this knowledge for later, when she was on her own and needed to buy food from elsewhere.

[Ashti Sandburst]

"Acha idea hai. Salamalekh-sahib can be teacher for me, no?"

At these words, the sandlander swallowed the tea in mouth and stroked his chin. He foresaw this request coming but he was not sure to be the right choice to learn Equestrian. Although still less than before he still need of his coach... Deerhai or Prench why not ? But Equestrian... but, in second though she is probably not asking for advanced lessons due to be here for three days and then not be able to learn much.

Except if she plans to remain in Equestria, it was unlikely yet it's a possibility that can occurs. Bit in this case, Ashti will probably pay her a private Equestrian teacher. It would more useful to her than his flawed Equestrian. Plus with his diplomatic works and relic huntings he would not have the time to teach her regulatory Equestrian.

Fortunately for her, he was less busy with his diplomatic works these time, and he doesn't expect any relic-hunt soon. So, why not ?

Well, Anisa Brocade... I can only teach you common or useful sentences in Equestrian and I can not assure that they would be entirely correct, eheh. I am afraid... but I will see what I can do.

Taking a mouthful of his pie, Ashti nodded to Henna's comparison between Her land and his own. Actually, as he never visited it, he didn't know. But he supposed so. Maybe he should ask her about her nation's government or culture now that he have an native here with him.

"Oh! Finder, his naam*? I'm happy with kids, have bahot… lots cousins. Family, to play with. We have fun all the time. Games, when no kaam* to do."
Ah, really ^^ ? Well, I am only child, personally. I have a oath brother and a godbrother... bit no biological sibling... for Finder, well... his real name is Mulejħ'niena or Mulej for short. "Finder" his is equestrian-citizenship name. As "Yâftan Sisheh Brayê'il-Ashti" is his Deerean one. He come from a distant island.

Finally when she spoke about her the job why she is her, the Sandlander looked a bit puzzled : he only understood the Equestrian parts of the sentences. But it however reminded him that he still have to show where it was planned she live until during her journey. For where she would work, speaking with her gave an idea to the Ambassador.

As she wants to learn the language and maybe chat with him, Henna could maybe work in his embassy's office while he work too. As he will be more present in the embassy than in his home, it could be a good way to keep her company, watch her work and perform his duty. Nodding mentally, he replied to Henna.

^^. Well, I am counting on you, Anisa Brocade. This dress if for... a friend, that you have already met : Miss Kofferpeltz. She like this kind of garment you do, so I wanted offer one as a gift for her assistance and support.

On theses words Ashti finished his tea and pie then appreciated the warm of this place during some seconds before rose up, glancing to the mare.

So, are you ready to visit your home or you are desiring to remain there a bit longer?

Not too long however, Ashti still have to enter and spend some time with Finder.

[20monkies]

Observing, listening and understanding the method of words used in each situation and what they led in meaning was enough for Henna to pick up on. Still, having a little coaching lesson herself would be useful, if it would help with her communication so that she wasn’t constantly forgetting where she was. Her automatic switching to her Mother-tongue was natural, so she didn’t realize Ashti could have become lost in her words. She was thankful that Ashti was willing to at least try, even if he himself was not as perfect. He was still better than her.

She knew enough, at least, to carry a conversation and relay her own thoughts and feelings to the other. Enough to get by with, and use gestures if necessary. Thankfully, she didn’t need to do so much now. Henna tried to at least keep her words limited, but excitement would take over and her mouth would carry on speech. Speaking faster than she could process her thinking.

Henna finished eating what was left in her bowl, content with the meal. It was light and refreshing, with a hint of home as a reminder in the aftertaste. Even the chai was lovely, albeit not the same level of spiciness as she was accustomed to. Perhaps one day, she might want to teach Equestria how to make real Masala Chai.

Ashti relayed his family details to her and Henna was pretty surprised by how… small it seemed in comparison to her own.

Henna politely listened to him, nodding her head in understanding, taking in the information.

“Oh!” A greater shock when the pony the dress was going to be made for revealed. “Miss Koff… Kofferpletz? I am honoured to make dress for her! Khubsurat mare!” It wasn’t her fault she mispronounced the name. She was excited that she would, at least, be making a design for a female. Stallions were not really her strong point in designing for – but mares, they were perfect and in line with her desires to create beautiful fabrics and clothing.

“Where will I visit?” she asked. “Which home do you speak of?” Perhaps he had meant the hotel, surely.

Well, Henna had finished everything in front of her, and with a gesture towards her empty bowl she blushed.

“It was delicious. I am happy now. I think, we can go. If you are done? I want to see where I will sleep.” A hint of excitement, her sentences were broken with her accent thick and heavy. She would have loved to stay here in the restaurant if she could, but she knew better.

She cleaned up her face with the napkin and hoped she was looking at least still presentable enough for the other and stood carefully, adjusting her saree so that she did not trip over the palu (folds). Others looked in admiration upon her dress and one lady in particular even commented gently to Henna. Henna couldn’t stop the blush from deepening in colour.

[Ashti Sandburst]

"Mare" ? the ambassador was not sure if Henna was speaking about the same person that he had in mind. Elain was a doe, but Ashti assumed that the mare didn't know the "doe" word in Equestrian. So, even if he thought to correct her he did nothing. Waiting if she will do the same mistake the next times.

“It was delicious. I am happy now. I think, we can go. If you are done? I want to see where I will sleep.”
I am done, and it is pleasing you are happy Anisa Brocade. Most of the day would be like this, I think ^^.

on this statement Ashti levitated her luggages with his magic, waiting that she finished to prepare herself. Not without looked to her cloth. Deerham have the same garment although spelled « Sarî » in his language. Yet the Deerean sarî was a variant of Henna's one : the sarî was a part of a tunic/dress and wore like a embroidered sash (Or wore like the first exemple of this. Although the sash was wore by males only.

Ashti helped her a bit to stand up although he was worried to damage Henna's outfit. Even if living with a girl wearing this kind of cloths -which is perfectly normal in Deerham- the Ambassador was not totally easy with females' outfit and it was already happened that he have ruined a couple of Arabesque's dresses which she asked him to help her to wear them.

The fact that the "saree" was different than the "sarî" didn't helped. Anyway he turned the head towards the commentator and then looked at Henna, smiling.

Madame is right. You are very elegant in this sarî.

And he escorted her to the exist still holding her stuff with his magic. The air was became a bit cooler with the nightfall and even if Ashti's home was like 20 minutes of walk from here, he preferred to call for a taxi... instead it was a chariot which came hurtling from... the sky. A chariot pulled by a white pegasus which landed in their front under the taken aback glance of the Ambassador.

This... he never saw it coming. The white pegasus was Bastion, Ashti and Finder's bodyguard, butler and best friend. The chariot itself was made of a light yet strong metal gold painted with two firm wooden wheels. The chariot was made in away to be strong, light and making it easier to be pulled by one pony.

Since he was working in Manehattan Ashti rarely needed or used of this chariot even if it has been quite useful when he was living in Canterlots' castle and have no way of travelling outside of walk and train. But it always been pulled by Bastion which keep some accustoming to this chariot. So, when he heard where and with who Ashti was then he thought that using the chariot again would be helpful.

Ashti then walked to Bastion, thanking him.

Nice move, Sir Bastion ^^. I did not expected it. How do you have found us ?
Ela-... miss Kofferpelz informed me.

As he was the boyfriend of Elain it not been hard to get the information. Bastion was 23 years old and rather nice looking neither muscular or skinny. He was wearing a light armor under his cloak. Leaving his chariot's place he moved to Henna, bowing the head slightly in greeting.

Anisa Brocade, Bastion. My butler and bodyguard. Sir Bastion, Anisa Brocade. Our invitée
I am Bastion Crown, nice to meet you.

The pegasus's voice was friendly and quiet, like his master's. And the presentation finished he took Henna's stuff and delicately placed them in the two-place chariot, letting Ashti and Henna take place while he returned at his place. Ready to go.

Normally the chariot was used to fly, but only with one pony. What two ponies it was better and best bet to use it as a car. The traffic was not really important and the trip lasted 7-8 minutes, in flying -and along with Ashti- it would have lasted less than 5 minutes. Despite his lean appearance, Bastion had no great difficulty to move the chariot due to his former royal guard training (whose some exercise were to prepare them to move Celestia on her chariot)

Their destination was a big house, a manor, in the front of which they stopped. Passing thought the security gate and the little courtyard, Bastion let the two ponies left the chariot while he parked it to a kind of "stable".

Here we are. Welcome to my house, Anisa Brocade. And it would be your residence as well ^^.

The manor itself was a centuries old one, Victorian style (with a bit of this), not really big but having still two floors. It was localised in the residential area where other manors was standing around and some wealth ponies are living.

Magically holding Henna's suitcase he walked to the door and opened it, giving on a hall with a staircase. Bastion closed the door behind them while the sandlander putted delicately the suitcase on the ground, looking around.

I am home.

Steps immediately resounded from one of the side corridors. It was an old earth pony, Servio, the majordomo of Ashti and his late parents as the father of Bastion.

Welcome home, milord.

A warmth tone, the old stallion looked to Henna and smiled to her. He knew, of course, that they had a guest -it was planned all-along since they received the Henna's family’s reply- so he was not surprised by the presence of Henna. But he indeed imagined that she would be older.

And welcome to you Miss Brocade ?. I am Servio, this household’s majordomo and head-waiter. Nice to meet you ^^.
If you need something, feel free to ask to Mister Servio. You are our guest.

After the presentation, Ashti finally leaded her thought the staircase and the corridor leading in the right wing where guestrooms were. He opened one of the door and switched on the light revealing a large bedroom with a chandelier and some furnitures. The room looked a bit like the one of a hotel and was rather modest in the luxury.

Far from being a palace's one with gilding everywhere, marble and highly expansible furnitures, it was still a nice looking one with very well-made and costly tables, chairs and wardrobe, wealthy chandelier and a two-place velvet bed and warm carpet recovering the wooden floor. There was also a mirror, a small chamber with a shower and a washbasin and tools like hairbrush.

Then Ashti added.

Here is your room, do it fits you ?

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The blush did not retreat from Henna Brocade's cheeks as Ashti in turn continued to compliment her on her dress. She was never taken by any pony as much as she was with Ashti in that moment, with his gentlemanly gesture of assisting with her luggage. She could have used her own magic to levitate it and carry it, but he had taken it upon himself to take on the burden of the weight.

Henna followed him, tucking her saree hemline around herself, and stepped out into the cool street. The fresh air made her feel dizzy with excitement, a big change from the interior of the restaurant. Where it was warm and cozy, it was the complete opposite here.

And then, from the sky, came an unusual sight. Henna had never seen a chariot such as this one before in her life, adorned so beautifully, and pulled by a white pegasus. Her eyes had widened, and she was in awe. Pegasi really intrigued her, and she couldn't help but watch their movements intensely. She didn't wish to fly herself, just the act of it made her feel thrilled. It was exciting.

Ashti was speaking to the pegasus, and Henna was finally introduced to him.

"Sir… Bastion? Nice to meet you, too." Repeating the words he had said in turn, bowing her head a little. A butler, and bodyguard. Sure, an ambassador needed the protection and safety of one as Henna assumed. They were high profile, almost like the Princess' she had heard so much about. There was no telling what sort of pony, or terror, would want to do harm.

Thankfully, it wasn't something for Henna to worry too much about.

Baggage set neatly in the chariot, Henna boarded and sat with Ashti more comfortably now. The reality of her stay was dawning upon her, as they moved through the traffic without a problem. She watched Bastion carrying them forward, through the city and towards their destination. The entire time, Henna didn't say anything but the odd "Oh!" and "Ah!" gasping of amazement. She saw such strange and interesting things, even more so than her first couple of rides through the crowds.

Bill boards and theatres, elegantly dressed mares and stallions in western Equestrian finery she had never laid eyes on before. Surely, they were going to some party…

The manor was gorgeous.

Simply astounding. Henna had never seen a house more beautiful and intricate. Compared to her own simple living, huts built of mud and straw and walls of clay and bricks, the detailing had her wandering forward to touch her hooves along the features. She stood idly in the doorway behind Ashti and Bastion, gazing out towards the lawn that was there.

She breathed in the air, lost in a sort of heaven. If only her family knew of the living space she was going to stay…

She took in another breath. She was going to stay here?

Henna turned her head and was going to say something out of her humble modesty to Ashti, when she was suddenly presented to the head waiter named Servio.

Another blush crept it's way to her cheeks, unaccustomed to such attention.

"Nice to meet you. Henna. Please, my naam is Henna." She turned her head towards Ashti in a bit of flustered amazement, her eyes sparkling in strange curiosity. But it only grew worse with her heart fluttering in apprehension as she was then directed, rather swiftly, to the guest room where she was to stay.

Henna had to take a moment to gather her thoughts. It seemed like a dream, and she was simply swimming through the motions without much say until now. Ashti was waiting for her. Wanting her approval perhaps? She wasn't sure… but she did not want to offend or hurt his feelings. After all, he did invite her here to Manehattan and she was now to create a dress for Miss Kopper. She was still lost in the pronunciation of the name.

"It…. it is…" She hesitated, overwhelmed by her emotions. She was unsure of how to say anything. It was all finery and beautiful, and she was even more determined now to make something outstanding for the other.

"Bahot khubsurat hai. Too… beautiful. Mere dil partney wala hai ke mein bata nahin sakthi… bahot, kuch feel kar rahi hoon."
(It's very beautiful. Too… beautiful. My heart is about to burst, that I cannot begin to tell you… I am feeling a lot of things)

It was the only way she could explain herself, but did not know if the other understood her. She only simply turned her attention to him, her amber coloured eyes glimmering in the gilded lighting.

"I thought… simple, not like this. Living in hut, this is big change for me." She took in another calming breath, shaking her head. Her hooves were trembling in excitement. This was where rich ponies lived, not hard working dirt and grime ponies like herself and her family. "Can't explain. Overwhelmed… like a dream."

Henna wavered for a moment before sitting down in her spot, continuing to gaze in awe at everything.