((I assume this takes place after the Carnival has concluded.))
Faziir's eyes began to sparkle even more than before while talking to Ÿrÿn, seeming very excited. "Oh, oh! Yes, wait! I now have a good reason to do this!" He grew silent and his gaze turned weirdly distant. He then begann talking to himself. "Lovely day my dear! ... Yes it is a fantastic reason, in the name of diplomacy... Did you receive the cake I... Well yes, that can sometimes happen..." The Primrose Envoy gave the Admiral a knowing smile, holding out a hand mirror. Within it the image of a Switterlind sitting in a wooden office, scattered with trinkets and utensils of esoteric nature. "That's the Court Director! And my wife, Meilen!" Meilen was a complete contrast to Faziir, none of the eccentric coloring. A black exoskeleton and white wings. Her attire was simple. She had a glance that made her look like permanently being mildly annoyed at everything, because she was. Next to her stood the remains of a cake engulfed in flames. "Stop doing 'Delivery by Coincidence', it is unstable,pleasejust have a servant bring it." "She does all the bureaucratic work."
