The castle was a beautiful one. Not many could say they had seen something like it; it was perched upon a hill, overlooking the broad expanse of vibrant-colored land that spread out beneath it. The exterior was a glimmering white so bright that one may even say it was made of smooth ivory stones or scales. Watchtowers rose up around it, stretching towards the skies, their roofs appearing as if it was piercing the sea of azure above them. The interior of the castle was made of the same material as the outside-- curved entrances to rooms added a graceful twist to the stronghold and a variety of plants rested in pots in several corners. One might say that the fort was a bit too pale-colored, if it weren't for the banners that lined the walls. Russet banners hung from the ceilings and walls, gracefully tumbling down towards the floor. In the middle of some of the silk banners was a golden silhouette of a crested bird Pokemon with its wings spread and talons outstretched. The marble flooring reflected the bright hues of the standards. It was a splash of color, although delicate, that brought the castle to life. The mess hall, however, was ten times as decorated as the rest of the stronghold. The large room was lined with tables as always, but five large ensigns hung from the ceiling; one was colored white, with a lithe-looking light blue Pokemon sprinting across the field; another's field was silver with a winged, ivory-colored bird Pokemon curling inwards with its wings outstretched; one banner was colored gold, with a red, rearing maned Pokemon silhouette whose mouth was gaping and fangs were exposed; another was like the other banners lining the castle, crimson with the golden shadow of a bird Pokemon. Many people and their smaller, well-behaved Pokemon were in the mess hall, where the campaign was being held. A great variety of food lined the table-- most of which was based of Phoenician foods. Different types of raw fish, especially sushi and many types of seaweed, rested on several tables. Roasted Octillery and Tentacruel were cut up into pieces of different sizes, their poisons properly removed before they were served. Qwilfish were also presented on shiny, decorated platters. Rice made up a majority of the meals laid out before the volunteers. There were potatoes, radishes, yams, and other foodstuffs that looked absolutely scrumptious, especially to the Argentians and Phoencians. Along with the more oriental food, there was also meals that delighted the others; seared Stunfisk and roasted Slowpoketail, roasted Bouffalant, Miltank and Tauros tails and feet, roasted Grumpig, and more. Many Pokemon had died just to feed them for one night. To her, the mess hall and the entirety of the palace was nothing but a lavish bird cage. Akane found herself suffocating, unused to the expensive decor and marbled floors. She stayed to herself, in the corner of the room, stuffing her face with a caramel-coated yam. Beside her stood her faithful companion, his ebony nose twitching slightly as one of his large golden ears flicked idly. She turned to her Delphox, raising the yam up to his snout. "Here," she said, offering Kyubi the yam. He took it into one of his nimble paws, wincing lightly at the stickiness. "Humans usually eat it with a fork. I don't think your paws could handle it." Beside her, her Luxray huffed loudly, swishing her tail as she laid her delicate head on her paws. Akane couldn't help but chuckle. "Now, Rin," she began as Kyubi took a bite out of the sweet potato. "You know what mother always said. Have patience. This meeting will be over within moments if we don't think about how boring it is."