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Dove's greeting is warmly accepted with a curling smile. There was relief to be found at the sight of her; relief that she had come to Akashingo as she'd promised, that she was okay! A pleasant, friendly face, in her book. Welcome home.
Briar — piss-er? — introduces himself, while Dove goes on to explain his presence. He is guarded, stiff-necked; perhaps annoyed. This, objectively, raises suspicion within the aspwoman.
Turning towards him once more with a raised chin, the formal greeting is recited. You have reached Akashingo, Palace of the Red Sands, ruled by Divine One Muat-riya Isetnofret Toula, the hemet-nekheb. I am Zaahira. I am mazoi, protector of the Queen. Wildfire gaze hard as gemstone, she examines him. What do you seek here, Briar? Do you wish for counsel with the Queen?