In the quiet hall, a projection of a speech from the distant Western Star Region is playing, with members of the Central Council seated below.
The final image freezes on 'Yellow Jade Garlic' Arosa raising her arm, with the golden sunset filling the sky behind her.
"Clap, clap, clap." The cool applause rings out in the hall, coming from the red-haired Songstress seated at the head.
"A very courageous child, I quite like her." Prin's deep red eyes focus on the figure, a strong interest evident in her expression.
"This is not sarcasm, but genuine admiration." She stood up, looking back at the many legislators and representatives behind her.
"Blanchi has a very good successor."
Her fingers ran through the fiery red hair beside her ear, pulling back the strands that blocked her view, recalling her unremarkable companion from school.
