The Sidereal shifts, and contorts to reach into the inner pockets on her top without disturbing the image. She produces a loose leaf of parchment, perhaps, and hands it over to Azure. "A bit of old, and outdated paper work. From my predecessor."<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The document contains</div><div class="spoiler_body">, of all things, abridged family trees for two small branches of the Imperials Houses of Mnemon and a small branch of a southern satrapy that belonged to the Realm. There are vague suggestions of who should end up fucking who, and days to avoid or focus on, for reasons of fertility. The back side of it has a dense, very small scrawl on it, dealing how much work was being done to get the right combination of factors so that the fourth son that resulted from this should end up drawing out the goddess Shala-xitl. It ends with a little note about how a lucky or unlucky exaltation rendered this all pointless, but did end up helping the petty domain that the goddess still rules to this day. At least as of a half century ago.</div></div><br/>She leans forward as much as the ritual on her belly allows her (not much), getting some of the tea. She takes a moment to sniff it, almost as if judging to make sure it's really tea, before drinking it happily. "Plans. Well, I do have to prepare for something that I need to get done in port once we reach it. A few long term things. Oh, there's some favor trading with a few of the local gods, but you probably don't want to hear much about something that boring, do you?"