"Hiiiiii," comes a tiny, sing-song voice, and it's floating out a tiny woman, fluttering toward Deniera with a huge grin on her face. Her dress is in exaggerated blue gingham with a blue ribbon and bow at her little waist, white petticoats bouncing around as they hit her knees. Platinum hair is all pulled up to the top of her head and crafted into the shape of a bow, then studded with little sapphires. Her heels are sky high and her long eyelashes are cobalt. "You're Deniera, right? Hi!"

She's trailed by a pink dog and a cub-sized white tiger with pink stripes, both in tutus and with little bows on their heads, and an Avox follows the animals, carrying a large stack of exquisitely wrapped presents, pretty gift bags with coordinating tissue paper hanging from its arms.

"I'm Swann Honeymead, I'm the Escort for Eight!" the little woman says excitedly, wasting no time in hugging Deniera whether she wants to be hugged or not. Swann smells faintly of sugar, among the other notes in her perfume. "I'm so happy to see you!"