MEANWHILE IN BELSEGALLIA.
Duchescina Rosalia is serving his wife some more tea shortly after they wave Duke Caes off as he leaves with the rest of the Ghratean diplomats.
”It was nice to get to meet somebody from outside of Belsegallia.”
”Indeed. His wife really should take better care of him, though; I can’t imagine letting you go anywhere near a battlefield like that. And it seems strange to me that she would let her consort travel without her accompaniment, especially to something like a diplomatic meeting.”
”Male Ghrateans seem to get to travel at least a little more often than Belsedori; he said that he got to visit another city in Xhaasa as a child. He also mentioned that a region in Ghratos called Amisa was a very beautiful place to visit and is very cold this time of year, and I was wondering if we could go on a trip there…”
Duchess Ariana takes a sip of her tea before setting it down.
”Normally I’d say that you’d be better off staying at home like you usually do, but maybe I can take you with me if I make arrangements to meet with an Amisan duchess for a diplomatic visit. Ghratos is a relatively long distance away, and I don’t think that your milk would keep for long enough.* And Her Majesty is likely to want to keep diplomatic relations between Belsegallia and Ghratos as positive as possible, so she should assent to a trip to Ghratos now that the trade agreement is concluded.”
”Oh, that’s lovely! I can’t wait to go to Amisa; I wonder if they have horses there. And it will be so nice to get to serve them some ice cream, or milk shakes…”
”Speaking of which, I wonder why Duke Caes never offered anything to us.”
”Maybe Ghratean customs are different; he wasn’t wearing a hair ribbon or anything else either. Or he just didn’t have any at the moment; he didn’t exactly look particularly… bountiful. His voice was really deep too, and he was closer to your height than mine.”
”He did look a bit different from a Belsedori, but he’s a human so that’s to be expected. But his wife must be very tall if he’s already about my height; I’d be as short as a boy relative to them if we travel to Amisa, and you’d be so small that they might even mistake you for my child. Are you sure that you want to go with me? I wouldn’t want you to get scared by being in such an unfamiliar environment.”
Rosalia considers the question for a moment.
”Yes, I want to go with you. I’d feel so sad if you had to forego giving a proper meeting gift to the Amisan nobles on my account, and I can always hold your arm if I get anxious.”
”If you’re sure, then I suppose that it’s fine. I’ll ask Her Majesty for authorization to travel to Amisa for a follow-up visit, after which I can make arrangements for the trip with the Ghrateans. And if you’re going with me, then I should have some enchanted chilling apparel and a parasol prepared to keep you nice and comfortable and to keep the hot sun off of your delicate face.”
”Oh, I can’t wait to go! It’ll be so lovely to travel to Amisa; I’ll have so much fun meeting the duchess’ consort, and I’ll give them so much ice cream and dairy for the whole time that I’m there! And I might finally get to see the ocean; I’ve never been able to get close to that much water at once. I heard that humans use things called “boats” to travel across water because they can’t fly, so maybe we’ll get to see one. But Belsedori and humans seem to be very different, so our trip to Amisa will probably be a bit jarring for both us and the Ghrateans.”
*It is Belsedori custom for a married woman visiting or temporarily staying in another household to offer the homeowners some of her consort’s milk as a gift and as a gesture of generosity and friendship.