Clad in a red gown, Elder Inara walked into the council hall with elegant yet wide strides that stretched the fabric of her attire.
John and Orion stood before their chairs, about to sit, only to be interrupted by her arrival.
"Did you see what sits in Meinstrel District?" Inara's light voice echoed in the hall as she got to the table, placed her ten fingers on it, and leaned down.
"I couldn't believe my eyes." Orion's thick voice boomed.
Inara faced John. "A mini oasis formed out of thin air in the middle of Meinstrel District? A strictly residential area where a lot of those high-class summoners, who are quite stuck-up because of their fairies and elven summons...."
She paused, her eyes wide in disbelief.
"... Yet there was not one complaint. I mean, I couldn't believe it until I saw what had happened with my own eyes. Isn't that the mother of the young man whose summon isn't alive?"
She sat down.
"It is. Being exceptional runs in the family." Orion replied.
