"Apologies for the slight delay." Slavomír uttered, breathing heavily. The spiritual leader of the Rodnovery seemed a few years older than two weeks ago, his eyes full of pain. Over the last two weeks not a soul in the government or in the Prague Castle has seen him, yet now, the President herself has required his presence.
"Finally, Slavomír, you know how comrade Reiserová feels about these things. She... we believe Istkalen to be a space occupied by people of strong spirit and moral convictions. And we require your spiritual guidance to ensure that our wills are strong and resolute and our decisions... please... the gods." Lubomír Mejzlík started speaking, visibly slowing down when speaking about the Rodnovery gods and strength of the spirit. Over his course of yoga sessions with Albína Reiserová, he has learned that Albína was perhaps not a materialist in the strictest sort of sense. He has seen her talk about the possible existence of some forces beyond their understanding and he has heard her wandering how she could have survived the explosion in Prague Castle over four years ago. But he never imagined she would get this captured in a dead religion.
The spiritual figure stopped and caught loudly, leaning over slightly, his red face full of sweat, "My most sincere apologies to Albína, I've just... had to take some pills you know. It isn't getting any better I'm afraid, it might be getting worse."
"And meditating and sacrifices did not help?" Zuzana Saková asked, smiling at the exhausted man as she stood up from her chair.
Slavomír through her a nasty look with his blue eyes but did not say anything, instead finally catching his breath. "Karel is already here then? And where is Albína?"
"Comrade Reiserová is deep into meditation and Karel is getting updated on all the cultural news on Istkalen, both on the plane currently." Lubomír spoke of the President who was just in the middle of a nap onboard and Minister of Culture who was in the middle of an unexpected nap, with newspapers laying on his face, shielding his eyes from the light.
The three figures then all nodded and entered the plane, which departed with a further delay.
After a long flight the presidential plane lands and the government representatives, including the President, sit into their respective cars, Reiserová picking Šín to sit with as the two had very little time to chat in the plane, since after waking up from a nap she had to share her spiritual experiences with Slavomír, after not being able to share face to face for two weeks.
"They said it's supposed to be hot outside. Even the last update I have seen about the temperature here was suggesting this is a very hot day in Istkalen. But honestly, since landing here I feel like it's February, not August." The president says, shivering from cold in her summer dress.
"Probably because we landed a little late, it's dark outside now, so maybe the nights just get colder, resembling February more, even though it's August. If we didn't have to wait, we would be on time and you wouldn't be cold now." Šín responded, his eyes tired even after the nap.
"Oh shut it. You know having a spiritual guide here is important. But tell me all about the latest happenings in the country... and about their many beliefs! I've just gotten a really nice book about Istkalen, I just haven't got around to reading it yet... you know how busy I have been." Resireová spoke with a glitter of excitement in her eyes, staring at Šín longing at knowledge.
"Oh well... did you know that..." Šín stuttered, "It has been quite some time since Stereotypical Westener was mentioned in any capacity? There are rumors that he has died of heart failure after overeating in a sterotypical westener fashion on a stereotypical westener food.*" Šín smiled triumphantly.
Reiserová frowned and turned her face away from her Minister, "So you were sleeping instead of doing what I told you to do. And you made that rumor up. Ughh... fine! I will just have to find out everything, like I am always doing everything for all of you!"
The rest of the ride has been quiet, until finally the car has stopped in front of the old Imperial Palace and the two stepped out of the vehicle, followed by the other two ministers stepping out of their vehicles and Slavomír getting out of his. "I just hope we didn't make them wait for too long. I wouldn't want to not be accepted here anymore. Especially after I promised to come." Reiserová whispered, feeling guilty for all the delays.