A delegation of Nordmarian officials accompanied by the Royal Jaeger was standing outside the military terminal of the Loihava International Airport. It was a part of the airport that was off the limits for civilians and civilian aircraft. It was a sunny, yet chilly morning.The skies were clear, the wind was calm, snow was sparkling on the ground. Everything was prepared for the arrival of His Holiness.
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Kimmi Voutilainen, stroked his gray moustache as he watched the papal plane touching down on the runway. Looking at the machine the Pope was traveling in, he said to the figure standing on his left.
"Whether you like it or not, Your Highness, you have to admit, that it's impressive."
Prince Gabriel, having his hands intertwined behind his back, watvhed the plane circling on the taxiing routes of the airport. Wearing a parade uniform, the 38 years old heir to the throne spoke to the minister.
"However impressive it may be, I won't say anything until I see him with my own eyes."
Gabriel wasn't a man that was easily impressed. He won't glorify anyone simply because he's a presidrnt, king, Pope or God himself. That's why he may seem cold at first encounter, it's his way of finding if given person is worth knowing.
Once the door to the plane opened, both men watched him getting closer to them. According to the protocol, Prince Gabriel was the highest ranking official, so he took a step forward. "Your Holiness, allow me to welcome you in Nordmar on behalf of my father. I hope the journey wasn't a bother and that you'll enjoy your time here."