Pocketing his new Trump deck, Zephyr walks to the back of the room where his sister was standing. "Yes Indira, how may I be of service?" his smile is tight, but about as sincere as they come for him. Of all his siblings, Zephyr held Indira in highest regard, and felt closest to her - which wasn't saying much, as she rarely treated him with more than casual tolerance. But he did learn a lot from her, and hoped to learn even more in the future, perhaps the close one at that.