"I guess!"

Giggle kiss.

Kiss!

The perils of such a pretty girl... Wyld could get lost like this. 

Lucky she's got Eridani here to be her guiding light.

A gift from the Dragons.

Yep!!

"Where are you guiding me now, pretty girl?"

"Hmm... Into bed, I think. That's enough productivity for one day."

"A very wise guide." She scoops Eridani up into her arms. 

Eridani laces her arms around Wyld's neck.

And she carries her lovely light to bed.

Wonderful.

Until it's time for all good lights to go out, at least.

Sleeeeep.

She stays up a little again, snuggling and petting her pretty girl, before letting herself join Eridani in sleep. 

And armed with a good night's rest, tomorrow they can begin their (metaphorical) attack on the capital in earnest.

She's ready when the time comes. 

Eridani, fortunately, can skip much of the pomp and ceremony the representative of a foreign state without a permanent (albeit non-Exalted) diplomatic presence in the Principalities would be forced to sit through. That doesn't mean zero, but her tedious ceremonies mostly are the routine sort of thing, things like ritual openings for Council meetings or formal state dinners. Some of it's pretty similar to everywhere on this end of the Dreaming Sea, especially in the rituals around food.

Some of it's very unique; formally calling government meetings to business involves ritually inviting the spirit of a legendary ancestor to oversee their work. (Queen Anzatzi, who gave the Principalities her name before dying without an heir - making her their last monarch and, given the stories more than one person proudly relays, combining with the events of her life and her status as a Dragonblood Exalt - Water Aspect - to make her the centerpiece of local ancestor worship. The nominal reason for their odd political structure is a refusal to usurp her throne, even centuries after her death.)

She meets the Council of Princes first - there should be eight, plus the ninth seat left open for the Queen's spirit (which has, probably fortunately, never noticeably appeared). Only six attend. The leader of Tzilakor Province, Prince Imitzha, takes center stage of those. He's a middle aged mortal, perhaps on the older side of that, though his skin is weathered and his face worn in a way that makes his age hard to place. His skin is a tanned brown under the weather-scarring, his hair ruddy and coarse and neatly groomed, his clothes made of fine fabric but styled in a commoner's cut, and his hands are heavily calloused when it comes time to shake Eridani's and then Wyld's hands. He seems unbothered by Wyld's odd appearance, though a few of the Princes seem uneasy in small ways.

He smiles at them, expression open and friendly, and says, "Welcome to the Anzatzi Principalities, friends, and to Tzila City within them."

"We thank you for the welcome, Prince Imitzha. It is good to know that there is friendship to be had here in these times of trouble."

Smile. "Especially upon a Sea such as this." He gestures for everyone to sit, then: "Has your journey been pleasant so far?"

"It has. Your lands are as beautiful as ever."

"Thank you, Lady Eridani," he says. "We're quite proud of our realms."

"I see we are missing some representatives today."

"Ah, yes - Prince Hikep of Epaegor and Prince Hhazrik of Dau'ukar have been often unable to attend the Council the last few sessions. They're both very dedicated to their Principality's safety."

(Epaegor is to the north along the coast, next to the Tangle - not being newly invaded from Eridani's briefing, at least not to Prasad's knowledge, but border raids are a common problem in the area. Dau'ukar is the south-eastern province at the border with Sae'ira, who is the one the Principalities are newly at war with. Also of minor note - Dau'ukar is spelled Dauyukor on the maps, which is more consistent with the language spoken in most of the Principalities.)