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FUCKIT, TIMESKIP

[WELCOME TO RA-ZEHMAN. It's glorious, green and gorgeous, a jungle oasis out in the middle of the desert, half-built of trees and sandstone architecture, with water flowing in rivers designed to flow through the whole city. This doesn't make it any less unbearably warm.

Naturally, upon arrival, the group has scattered to do whatever the hell tourists do in the capital of Elfistan, and more alarming, certain rangers have also vanished, although the stag is still around and seems content to slowly herd point dhampirs in various directions.

So you're loose in the city and your elf is probably not plotting something, the sun is shining, like seriously shining, why is the FOE theme playing, and the elves themselves keep peeking out their houses to stare at him. what do.]

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[While he is not as... violently allergic, so to speak, as his father is, he does rather detest all the glow of sunlight. So he will be trecking his pallid ass through the city, directed by the stag, with his cloak pulled tight and hood deep. He doesn't want to be unfriendly but this is just this side of painful.]

[Well, the stag is stopping in front of a certain residence. And then the door is opening and he's being rather unceremoniously shoved inside by said stag.

On the plus side, there is remarkably less sun in here, although still a fair amount of residual heat. Also, there's Shirin in...what might normally be termed harem garb--light, billowing linen pants and what seems like a single scarf of clothed wrapped around her chest and neck.

Your elf girlfriend is hot ass hell, Konstantin.]

Oh, there you are! I was about to go make sure Kir hadn't gotten you lost on purpose.

No, no... The sun is harsh on me. I share in my father's curse, and your city seems to use it as their light. It took some doing, to get anywhere.

[But he is smiling at seeing her like that.]

Ah...I'd forgotten how much harsher it would be here. My apologies.

[Well, she'll close the door behind him, and then just pull that cloak right off. >:3]

I assumed Sanaz would use you all as a distraction for our mother if I did not take him there alone. ...I admit I didn't expect his daughter to have come here to find him, though.

It is a bit of surprise all around... Things have been rather hectic.

[He's not wearing his heavy armor, having apparently stowed it in the wagon for his travels. Also to avoid heatstroke. As such, it's just a long, billowy tunic and pair of leather pants and boots.]

It will be more so, tomorrow. I'm to present you all to the Queen...and all that will entail. I imagine the Council will want a look at you, too.

[Well, what if she presses a cool, damp cloth to the back of his neck, what then?]

But that's tomorrow. Father said he'd make sure the others are guided to their home once they're done exploring, and Oryn probably won't get himself killed in an afternoon. We can relax, for a little while, at least.

[Then he will close his eyes and lean back into that.]

I look forward to somewhere dark. No offense.

None taken. Most business is conducted at night for a reason.

[She is happy to keep that coolant there, only removing the cloth when her body heat has started to warm it up too much.]

Come on, let's get you sitting down. It'll be cooler farther inside.

[...If that just happens to basically be her bedroom and study, hey!]

Oh, I see how it is...

[But he is happy to be lead deep into the house, and he will find somewhere suitable to sit and do so, lounging back, one leg crossing as if on fashionable, spooky reflex.]

Later, Konstantin. If you get any warmer I think you might actually melt.

[It is much cooler in here, through a combination of a flowing water fountain that's obviously meant to be used for drinking water, and the fact the lights are made from bioluminescent plants and don't give off too much heat.]

I've half a mind to push you in the fountain...we'll have to find you something to wear that will breathe a little better, while we're here.

This is fine, it's not so much the heat as it is the light... I can stand this much warmth, so long as we are not out needlessly in it.

Even so...I'd hate to miss my chance to get the lot of you all dressed up.

[Idly reaching over and running a hand through his hair.]

I admit I may have my own ulterior motives, in your case, but more traditional court garb would be a show of respect, which will go a long way in soothing the Council's nerves.

It seems so strange, to send a request to speak with one of us, and then be offended when we do arrive... But what are politics, but a queer sort of dance, ill-timed and even poorer thought out?

It's not you who offends them, truly...My brother and Oryn both, in their ways, are causing stir. Particularly Sanaz, even.

[She sighs, and sits down after a moment, staring at the ceiling.]

...Although there are ways they could be genuinely appalled at us, instead of by association.

Oh, I am certain. I have noticed in my travels, that for all that people need adventurers to keep them safe, they seem happiest when they bid us farewell. It is rather strange...

Oh, wasn't the adventuring I had in mind. That won't be a problem here, anyway. Such a thing is considered honorable for young elves to do for a time.

Then what were you talking about, Shirin?

[He'll uncross his legs and open his eyes, finally, looking at her.]

...Well, I was thinking...the simplest way to cause a stir would be just one change in how we meet the Queen.

[She's still looking at the light, which does mean that faint blush is a little easier to see on her skin.]

See, they would instruct you to arrive a few steps behind me, lead by a Guide as proper. I...would have you arrive at my side.

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