Queen of Vegetables, Chancellor of Fruit [Invite]

She wouldn't be left waiting for very long, fortunately. Less than a minute after her broadcast, Rosemary's eyes had caught a glimpse of something fast approaching from further within the city. It was a small soul, in stature, though impressively, it matched herself in strength in her current form. That fact both annoyed and amused the queen; one part for her experience with the last Tuffle to reach such a power, and the other because she recognized the one who was approaching. And, in such a stunning dress, too.

"Ah," a chuckle escaped her lips with a small tuft of smoke and a snarky grin. Of course it would be... "What are the odds? You know, I don't think you ever once gave me your name; at least, not while I was in any sate to remember it." Now, was the hard part. Saiyan culture hardly had any polite way of greeting, not that would be seen as such by an outsider. She couldn't imagine the outcome would be anything remotely helpful to her goal if she were to punch the pink-haired Tuffle in the face right now.

She sure as hell couldn't bow her head as queen, either.

So, still holding the large wooden box underneath one arm with ease, she let her stride carry her forward the few steps until the height disparity between herself and the Tuffle was almost painfully clear. More clinks of glass disturbed by the movement came from the box, but she paid it no mind as she extended her other hand, open for the Tuffle to accept the best thing she could think of to serve as a proper greeting: a simple handshake.

"I'm hoping we can discuss the terms of a peace treaty. Is there anywhere more... appropriate we could talk?" Though she certainly had no reason to fear the Tuffle, not even in the middle of their capital and alone as she was, Rosemary couldn't help but be visibly uncomfortable. This, discussion and politics, were hardly what she had spent years training for. It was a drastic change from the days she was expected to just punch the problem until it went away, but she was putting a great deal of effort into doing things right.

The fate of both their peoples might just rest on this, after all.

Things were going well, so far. No small bit of relief wandered through the queen's mind as she was instructed to follow after the Tuffle now named Cheri. The contents of the crate below her arm clinked obnoxiously with every step, though she herself remained quiet as they walked into the building and towards a small room. To tell the truth, Rosemary did cock her perplexed brow at the size of the room the Tuffle had chosen, but she supposed that's just how things were in this city.

She did have to lower her head to get through the doorway, but fortunately, the room itself was tall enough for her to be comfortable, and the table and chair large enough that they were passable for their purpose. Before taking her seat, the queen set her crate down on the corner of said table, and made sure to brush her cape to the side with her tail, lest she tear the fine cloth.

"The old Sadala?" Rosemary repeated with a quizzical look. "In all honesty, not much. The elders said it was a paradise, somewhere the moon shone month long and we could be our true selves for as long as we wished." Of course, the stories she was told as a child were very likely biased by the church that had taken her in. "Now, it's nothing more than a desolate rock, torn to pieces by some natural disaster or another. No two stories ever agree on what was the cause, only that those who didn't leave were quickly killed by it."

Rather than change the subject back to why she was here, however, the Tuffle had a firm grasp of the queen's attention now. "Why bring it up?"

"Huh..." Rosemary hummed aloud as she soaked in what the Tuffle had said. Restoring the old Sadala to something capable of sustaining life again was... a novel concept. She was certain that their elders might even jump at the idea to see their home again, what of them still remained who hadn't been killed in the war. However, she couldn't be convinced that all of her people would agree to such an idea. This was their home, after all. They had been born here. They had lost friends and family here. She herself had died on this very land once, saved only by the wonders of modern technology and the accident of her birth.

Beneath that, however, she also felt... afraid. She was afraid of the very idea of leaving Plant. It was a deep and foreboding feeling, like staring into the eyes of an angry Oozaru and feeling there was nothing one could do to stop her own death. What was so terrifying about...

"I am... intrigued by your idea." With a mild shake of her head, the queen brushed her thoughts aside and focused again on the matter of greater importance. One hand quickly swept the hair from her face as she continued, "The thought of a restored Sadala is interesting, but I feel it must be asked: what if we don't want to leave? The elders still think fondly of their childhood, but to the rest of us, our ancestral home is nothing but a story. These are the lands we've known all our lives, and have bled and died to keep for ourselves. To remove the Saiyan people from Plant... it would be no different from doing the same to the Tuffle."

Rosemary watched Cheri carefully as she explained, trying to measure her own emotions just enough that she didn't unintentionally get herself worked up. Her people had a reputation, after all, and she couldn't afford to screw this up.

"It feels... cruel to say either of our peoples should be forced to abandon their home." Even if she hadn't quite realized it herself at the time, she had gotten defensive at the very thought of leaving her home. However, the hybrid did keep herself in check, and kept from lashing out as the idea simmered in the back of her mind.