"So, things have developed to this point, huh."
Sitting on a small balcony adorned with vines, Tilan wore a white dress, and her hair was partially obscured by the surrounding greenery, making her look as if she were nestled in a forest. Inside the balcony, Deloris stood to one side, flipping through recently compiled mainstream opinions and intelligence, reading them aloud to Tilan.
Faced with the Federation's current rhetoric, she wasn't too surprised, as if it had all been within her expectations.
With one hand gently circling the back of her head, tidying her hair, Tilan leaned lightly against the wooden chair, contemplating the events that had transpired during her absence.
She had been mentally prepared and anticipated this day for a long time, ever since learning of her unique identity from Feruceline, she had thought that there might come a day that would spark controversy.
