Two wizards and two soldiers appear in the desert, a few feet away from a tired slave caravan.
They nod at each other and disappear again.
"He's not king yet because he and his husband are concentrating on their children but his grandfather will retire in his favor soon and he's suited to it. He knows everyone and likes them all and is practically everyone's friend, gives out well-chosen presents and keeps up with their lives and so on and keeps everyone's goodwill when he has to mediate a difference. Likes to have a lot of conversations all the time - we can do that, we're telepathic intraspecies, he's probably pretty understimulated here."
"Erdellë Larya is an assistant of his. But since he's stepped back from work while the kids are small she's doing his job for him in the interim."
"He's a prince and she doesn't have a title but that doesn't stop her from doing responsible constituent management for his office!"
"No, at least not yet. I'm not sure what determines who has alts where. Someone else might conceivably recognize others of you - apparently the fellow with blue hair has a Rabiah and an Ismat back in his world, and we don't."
"Oh. I don't know how they happen either, though I think all the Maitimos have matching families apart from mine being the only one with children so I suppose in their case you could push the question back a little. I haven't checked if my alts and I have similar families but we have similar habits of thought and personalities and, hm, prioritization modulo our cultural backgrounds and species. Though I'm not sure how long it would have taken us to figure it out if it were just me and the one who's part of a spaceship."