<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/Luna%27s_Sword_Dancer_Edit_bigger.jpg)</div><strong>Avalae T'sos</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OTWmmph_cZxFe3YRoSgnMd2uEmPLRRdYbkYXYgSnXPY/edit)<br/><br/>Avalae squinted into the light, but didn't show any actual signs of discomfort.  She somewhat regretted now that she hadn't spent more time fighting through the pain of the sunlight in her decades dwelling face to face with the burning dawn.  Her sundark goggles--of which she always carried several pairs--handled such unpleasantness for her.  She could not don them here.  That would ruin the strength she projected in not flinching from the light.  "Lady Abduxuel," she said, deliberately meeting the gender fluid First Daughter's eyes before dropping into a bow.  "What an honor that Matron Auvyrahe would summon me to stand among--not only such renowned councilor's--but her first daughter.  I am humbled."  She gave another bow, deeper.  She did a good job of delivering the lines with upmost sincerity.  Of course, that more than anything showed that she was lying.<br/><br/>Sincerity, after all, was a simple children's story with no more reality than the fanciful characters who brought gifts on holidays.