"Ready to head out?" Inquired Raven, stretching his arms up as he stifled a yawn.
"Mhm, super ready! This is really exciting, I wonder what the nation of Sylph is like? And I've never seen an Elf before, all I really know about them is that they live for a really long time and have long, pointy ears," Grinned Celia, a look of anticipation on her face.
"There's still a little bit of time left, but we should probably get going, better to be too early than too late, after all. You're in charge here while we're away, Ravella, good luck, sis," Raven called out to his sister.
"This is bullshit...I wanna go too, damn it! I mean, who knows if I'll ever get a chance to visit a different nation, why'd I have to get left out?" She grumbled, a grumpy look on her face.
It was the 15th of May, 1919, over a week had passed since the nation of Sylph agreed to hold a conference with Persona.
