"What exactly is this Familiar Zone?" Azel asked as Nyala fastened the final button of his crisp black suit jacket.
The fabric felt strange against his skin — He couldn't honestly remember the last time he wore a suit.
What need did he have for a suit here?
In the realm of gods and goddesses?
Yet Nyala's expression as she carefully straightened his collar told him she took this very seriously.
He allowed her to fuss over him, though his curiosity got the better of him.
Kyone, who was meticulously adjusting her own formal wear, was the one to answer.
She smoothed the wrinkles out of her fitted white shirt, every movement elegant, he could see the curves of her body as usual.
"We currently stay in a plane, as do all gods," she explained, her tone patient like that of a teacher. "By rule, no god or goddess may enter another's plane without permission. It's a safeguard to balance power between godly beings. But the Familiar Zone… that is different."
