<div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img855/5968/dawnjp.jpg)</div><br/>One week ago, Valerie Kyleson had sent out a message throughout the newspapers.  Although not overly complex, it was written in Old Realm so that only those who had gone through the same experience she did would be able to understand.  The special script had required a full-page ad, but she could afford it.<br/><br/>"My name is Valerie Kyleson, Dawn of the Unconquered Sun.  I know that others are out there like me.  Come to the hotel of Respita and let's meet.  If you can't afford a ticket, give the message that the sun rises on the just and the unjust alike, and fare will be provided."<br/><br/>A bit dangerous, but it still seemed like the best way she could imagine to bring in new people.  She'd never exactly been inconspicuous in any case.  If something did come, then certainly having all of her Heartwings there along with the new associates would provide plenty of opportunity to deal with it.<br/><br/>At ten in the morning, one of the meeting rooms had been mostly emptied out except for the Dawn.  The strange glyphs had been added to the notes on the meeting area in order to point the way.  Various drinks were already set up, separated by levels of alcohol for those who did and didn't like to indulge, along with fresh fruits and a number of other hors d'oeuvres.  The least she could do was to do her best to be a good host.<br/><br/>She was dressed pretty casually, with a T-shirt covering a bikini, other than for the orichalcum.  Braces engraved with praises to the Unconquered Sun adorned her wrists, and boots of the golden metal replaced any conventional footwear.  She preoccupied herself with an orichalcum necklace, trying to figure out what was wrong with it of late.