A faint blue glow flickered atop the table as a communication crystal activated.
Birna, the head of the Magus Council, leaned back in her chair as Zephyrion's voice came through.
"Zephyrion," she greeted casually, barely glancing at the crystal. "You don't contact me much. Did something happen?"
"Is that how you answer the lord's call, Birna?"
"Lord my ass." Birna snorted. "You still need at least fifty more years before I call you that."
Zephyrion chuckled. Same old Birna.
She tapped her fingers on the table. "Besides, it's only been what? Two, three weeks since we last saw each other? You're getting clingy. So? Spill it!"
Even though decorum was expected in public, Birna and Zephyrion were close.
That was why Zephyrion never minded the way she spoke to him in private. He wasn't the type of leader to demand formalities behind closed doors.
In fact, if possible, he would have preferred if no one called him "lord" in private.
