'One mess into the next. What's wrong with trying to procrastinate. Annoying,' paused on the sloped tiled roof, '-forgot about the invasion of Alphia. Arda's sorted for the unseen future. Mother will do a great job; the Federation will regain its strong core. The Wracia Empire's trouble, they've allied to a new continent. In a way, I can expect Alphia to join the Federation. Self-sustaining in a time of crisis won't be great. Hades' arrival couldn't have come at a better time. Great upheaval lingers.'
"Igna, Igna,"
"Where are you?"
"Igna?"
"Big brother?"
"Little pest?"
"Little pest?" the forehead crinkled, "-Aunt Elvira…"
"Any idea?" wondered Julius.
"Call him," said Eira.
"No need," he leaped off the roof, "-what's the matter, can't I have a rest?"
