Avdima Corentine, youngest daughter of King Arno and Queen Leonie of Zeltros, retains a provocative air of royalty and demure wisdom that distinctly sets her apart from her kin. To escape the noxious, sugar-coated heat waves of delight that Zeltros offers, the young politician is prone to wayward endeavors with her fiercely loyal bodyguard. Avdima is known to display an unusual solace and almost peaceful atmosphere about her interactions with others, offering neither the bewitching charms of her race - even if she is prized by her people for her exquisite and irregular beauty. Standing at an elfin height and appearing no more than a girl, easily dismissed for her size and fragility.

She is blessed with rarities of a very pure lineage ranging from the sweet pinkness of her flesh to the brilliance of her glistening locks of white, those silk-strung locks often adorned with rare and exotic stones. Each of them bedazzled by luxurious strands of light-enforced gems and other decorations, jewels of platinum toning and other precious metals are favored in her presentation. Though her attire is often draped in white to pastel pink gowns and it retains a certain modesty that makes her a puzzling contradiction to the vivid and often gallant behavior of her beloved people. While precious in all appearances and soft-spoken, this creature is prone to delicate smiles and a strange, hidden amusement that often presents an impenetrable wall to pass in engaging her. The quicker fools have recognized their mistake in believing the delicacies of such a prized beauty as harmless; some even encountering their own sepulcher in the sleek, emblem-adorned blaster resting just at her hip under the flourishes of her usual finery

Retaining any aspiration for engaging officials has proven a dour assignment. Even in the worst circumstances I have little faith in our hopes and purpose for lingering on the outskirts of Yavin to be anything more than a distraction. Perhaps even if I am too young to engage any diplomatic ties or announce the allegiance of my home and my people, it would likewise turn sour. Drexul and I have had little difficulties in navigating without the ever protective eyes of elder revelry-goers. But being away from the poisoning atmosphere of delight that gifts Zeltros with all of its beauty and splendour gives a chance for really obtaining a proper perspective of what is going on in the rest of the galaxy. Inquisitive, I've been called. But only at this time when I can see clearly and think straight. While I have been meaning to inquire what the time away from home has been like for Drexul, a Rattataki. Prone to rarely speaking of his personal life, I've learned it better than to inquire as to the changes in his mood and behaviour. Personally, I can find none given his stoic nature and almost inherent strength. He is--
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--Yes? What? Ah... here we are. I'll finish this update at another time. More should resurface in our endeavors and as long as we remain amongst these seemingly impenetrable walls, I've little doubt in our safety and well-being. Until then.

I've seen to embedding the last of the documents regarding our voyage and the chart laid out in escaping should hostilities arise. Sanctioned in Mos Eilsey as we are, the difficulties that arose from my being here are limited only to Ravid's growing impatience and concern. While the cantina provides more than enough coverage for our activities, I can't help but acknowledge that the longer we remain on this planet without assistance the more likely we are to find trouble and danger. Lurking behind every dust-caked corner and crevice of this city reeks the potential for an attack or even designated field officers to ask too many questions. Even if our being here is entirely legalized on Zeltros, our escape could have lead my father, the Senator, to issue a warrant or even consider Ravid guilty of kidnapping. I am eternally grateful for his company, but I worry if my being here and my leaving on my own accord without my parents' knowledge will bring him trouble in the future. For now, we retain Zeltros' neutrality in all diplomatic relations with each contact we make.

Any further observations to note will be documented in the proceeding files. I'm certain of the well-being of our people, but there is growing concern for whether or not neutrality will be the ideal. It is one thing to make a philosophy of pleasure in its most base of forms and seek constant revelry, its another to let the pleasures cloud your perception to the point of lethal ignorance. I hope my father learns of these growing dilemmas and within the coming days, I'm more than positive that our negotiations can become more than just falsities and guile. It hurts to lie, but preservation and sanctity of my people are what matters most. There is more at stake than anyone in Zeltros, so drugged and intoxicated by the pheromones of the planet's atmosphere will choose to acknowledge. It is the one happiness I have in being away from home; no distractions, no pleasant intoxication to detract from the matters at hand.

I'll speak to Ravid this evening about my motivations and goals and see if we two can combine our understanding of our various designations to gain better ground with the people as a whole. Thank you.