Zakurai made that first move, dipping into a polite bow and presumably introducing himself in their language. I never thought I’d see a Prince bow, but it was a smart move given the circumstances. Zabraxas, on the other hoof, did no such thing, silently staring at the foreign royalty, much to the chagrin of his much more diplomatic cohort. Fortunately for him, the white mare picked up right away on the tension that Zabraxas’s faux pas created, bowing and introducing herself to Zakurai in turn to defuse things. The two rose, shook hooves, and the rest of the gathered foreign royals took turns introducing themselves. Occasionally, Zakurai would stop to translate things into Zebrikaans for Zabraxas’s sake, but I couldn’t make out the words from this distance.