[on Iolite's balcony, because there's only so far a dragon can carry something that's on fire. sheltering his lit candle from the wind with a wing '-']

Hello? Oh, it is not too early to be calling is it—?

I have almost lost all sense of what the time here is next to other realms; the nights are so long here. Good morning, Sword.

Oh, thank you. We are in Camelot now, but the move here was something of a mess. The Personae became so alarmed about this realm being overrun that they were going to have us come over early, but the Jabberwock did not like its realm being left incomplete and it went and allied itself with Darkness; they were going to execute it for the crime, but instead they did something with stories and turned it into a little girl.

Which teammate?

[turning to look :U]

Oh, Greyling. Did you need something?

You have no seen candles used to call others before, have you? I am speaking to my friend Sword, who is in Three-of-Three's realm at present.