Knights of Tezoth

A wonderful day, filled with bright notes! What if not the annual council gathering, a fortunate chance to leave a crater from Calamention and the entire top of Tezoth with a single precise strike? Ah, not only a mosquito witch, but also a paranoid one!

With the gaze habitual to the ceiling-bound assembly, Alsira flits across the expanses of Paradelus. She nods and smiles at other guests, her lips casting compliments and speeches aged better than fine alcohol.

The cockroach woman posed a threat, but no greater than a random alleyway ready to bury even the most epically-titled knight in an unseemly manner. The fruits of training and thick armor turn a man into a vicious bug, yet behind the sharp mandibles under the layer of chitin—the helmet visor—lies the same soft tissue.
The Pumpkin Lord, the Lizard Overlord, the Sea Mistress, the Heroic Elder—people of different personal constitution, and for them the gathering was no reason to hide their traits behind a mask of empty sycophancy. That commanded respect.
The Unassuming King, the Respected Lord, the Underground Sage—chose to stay in the background, and once again did not miss the mark: excess attention only brings new problems.
The Sun Prince would likely have found greater support in her family, and would certainly have been an invited and dear guest at any Aconian get-together. Alas, she herself did not possess the religious zeal inherent to her surname.
The Money Lord, the Ostentatious Lord, the Warlike Lord, the Religious Lord found their path here, and duly complemented the palette of the motley canvas of the ongoing celebration.
The remaining ladies looked charming, their aesthetic attire and refined manners tempering the madcap tangle of aristocracy, reminding those present that the harmony of speech and appearance is just as important as martial skill and political acumen.

Having skimmed over the companion knights, only briefly lingering on the imposing portly gentleman flitting among the capital's guests, she tried to note new faces she had not yet had the honor of meeting at previous banquets.
Having finished her survey, she turned to her mistress:
— It is regrettable, my lady, that you were unable to spend today's dawnfall in the company of your beloved spouse. I hope, however, that the prepared festivities will settle properly upon your soul, and that my company will not prove overly distasteful to that end.