OOC- Sorry not sure how this slipped by.
Finley didn't lead Andrew directly to the waiting car but instead to the pipers who had been dismissed, the group seemed excited by suddenly being in the company of the royals and a few rummaged in uniform pockets to bring out their activity log bogs, small plastic coated documents that recorded their cadet qualifications and experiences. "Your Majesty will you sign my Parade Duty" they asked as they handed Finley the books open to the page that showed which parades they'd attended, most had already written in
Honour Guard for King Andrew of Seaforth Finley obliged, and then handed a few to Andrew, "The cadet youth groups are dear to my heart" Finley said as he even posed for a few photographs, "Kept me from being too much of a pain and made me want to be a soldier, teaches a youngster discipline" he addressed Andrew, "The cadets like to get momento's of their activities and what better than a signauture of a visiting celtic royal on a day our nations take steps closer together." The commanding officer of the Cadets, a balding man in his fifties who wore the uniform of the 3rd Highlanders, a Regiment that had ceased to exist ten years ago asked for a group photograph and Finley and Cait agreed so the man expertly marshalled his cadets into a group with Andrew in the centre.
"Everyone smile and after three shout Celts. 3-2-1" a loud roar of the word "Celt" came from all around the group with Finley probably the loudest. His regional photo oppurtunity done for the day the King and his sister bid the cadets farewell and headed to the waiting car.
"Its important our young people remember where they came from" Finley said as the car began to move towards the capital. "In the day and age of this internet their bombarded with all manner of nonsense from around the globe. Take soccer for instance, our youngsters are taking it up in larger and larger numbers, now I'm a fan of any young person playing some sport but what the hell's wrong with a good spot of Gaelic Football, or Shinty?" he asked rhetorically. It didn't take the car long to reach the
venue , the Palace of Claith, and two soldiers saluted as they drove in through the metallic gates. Once inside they sat around a low walnut table while Finley poured a slug of good whiskey for each of them. "Now I want to present you with this in the hopes of a successful talk." He stood and went behind the sofa on which he was sat with Cait and Andrew opposite. He seemed to lift something rather hefty and carried it round and placed it on the table carefully avoiding the glasses on. "This is a bolt of the tartan me and Cait are wearing, it combines the tartan of Seaforth with our families own colours, I've had it registered as an official tartan here in our nation. It's name is the Alliance Tartan. Now the name maybe a little misleading, we're cousins by ethnicity but beyond that we've very few connections in the modern age, so while this document I sent you is maybe called an Alliance I want you to see it more as a foundation. I hope that is ok?" Finley added