[ Through the door, a deceptively youthful woman sits. Her face is serious while she looks forward, but when she turns to greet her guest, her smile matches Himeka's in warmth. She is dressed formally, though not extravagantly, in a finely tailored outfit.
She waves the Solvunn delegate inside in a casual but friendly manner. ]
Come, come. Call me Osanna. [ She sticks out her hand expectantly. Himeka will find a firm grip if she takes it. ] Ikorr is delighted to welcome you.
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She waves the Solvunn delegate inside in a casual but friendly manner. ]
Come, come. Call me Osanna. [ She sticks out her hand expectantly. Himeka will find a firm grip if she takes it. ] Ikorr is delighted to welcome you.