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At any rate, ever since the trip had been announced, Callidora had been more excited to visit an old friend than to take in whatever wonder Asteriae was supposed to hold. Several years separated the Floros delegation's current visit to Ouránios from Jocasta's last trip to Acacius with the sister kingdom's own envoys - Callidora supposed she had been in her fourteenth summer then - but they had kept in touch with letters aplenty, Jocasta's flawless hand and elegant words often challenging Callidora to write more carefully and choose her own with a more discerning eye, lest she be outdone.
She remembered Jocasta as a an intelligent and thoughtful person with a kind and pleasant disposition that would be a welcome relief from her cousin Aeliana's pinching and prodding, and so it was with no small amount of gratitude and enthusiasm that she had emerged from their transportation and then suffered with politeness and grace through the formal greetings required of one royal relegation visiting another.
Once it was mercifully finished and they were allowed to drop pretenses, Callidora wasted no time in seeking out Jocasta among the thinning number of people whose presence had been required. "Jocasta!" She greeted her with a warm smile, barely remembering to perform a perfunctory bow as was habit to someone who outranked her, then moved forward to embrace her with an excited giggle that betrayed her youth - and perhaps was tinged with the exhaustion she felt from the journey. "Oh, it has been too long! I do hope you can forgive my wretched appearance," she said, demurely patting at her hair and the gown she had adjusted and fussed over as they grew closer to the palace. "Traveling across land and sea holds no dear place in my heart, but now that we are here, I find the journey has been so very worth it."