By midday, the arrivals had turned the beach into a carnival of banners, drums and celebration. The sand was lined with tables, showing off the different products produced by companies owned by different tribes. It was also buzzing with dozens of white parasols, with beast lords lounging like oversized cats in the sun.
While King Leon's welcome speech boomed across the sand, citizens laughed at the lords, wondering if they had come for a vacation, or serious summit.
Sienna was nowhere near the parasols, she was in the kitchen of the Meridian Cottage Hotel, the only one in the area, which was hosting half of the summit attendees. Her sleeves were rolled up, apron tied tight, hair pinned back like a general preparing for battle.
She tossed shrimp in a large sizzling wok. Oil popped like fireworks.
