Hidden Sun Clan Display
The tiny mother laughed, giving her daughter a half-second scare as her body swelled and lurched with the motion. "Yes, indeed. Then again - I can see it playing off like a fantasy romantic drama novel, heh. Got a better ending that most of those, lemme tell ya!" She was quite relaxed now, the sort of passive, anxious tension of taking her children out to meet official, super important people from another species... Well, little nagging voices will be little nagging voices.
Exterior
"Chujo Hanako, do you have a moment to talk?" The soft, formal voice of an Elysian woman called out from close proximity to the blue-haired Yamataian. Clad in a traditional, albeit simplified, violet robe with white lining and accenting. Her midnight-black plumage folded neatly behind her, the flash of yellow and orangecausing the Castor woman to stand out readily despite her small stature. Arvillael had decided to visit the IRC alone, trusting the care of her children to her husband - and the Seraph caretakers,in case he needed some help. A smile had danced across her lips earlier at the thought of Antoni trying to wash a diaper... Sounds about right. Goofball.
"If you believe it'd do well to discuss this privately, I would like to discuss with you the war against the Kuvexians." Odd for a civil-oriented senator, a representative, to be asking about the war effort - the last time Arvillael had made it onto the news was when she'd delivered her healthy twin children, but the name has popped up here and there across minor articles focused on her push for changes to the quality of living for Elysians in their territory.