Beautiful lilacs lifted from what she had been doing, delicate fingers stopping the work. It was his voice that drew her attention, his presence bringing a subtle smile to her lips. "An...interesting concept, isn't it?" What they had wasn't traditional, but no less true.

With the smile still lingering, the raven shifted everything so slightly to settle more comfortably. “A long time ago when I was still a student, yes.” For a moment her gaze turned to the book, lingering on the worn edges. “I did have quite a few journals back then.”

Certainly something quite fitting. And she does enjoy his company in this bright and beautiful land.

How flattering, as always. Though she would say she is the one blessed with the best company. Has he ever known her to wear anything different?

Perhaps, though she is not quite sure she'd be fond of wearing anything else. How tiring and irritating politics could be. Though at times, despite being such a wonderful land, she finds it too peaceful. Perhaps a part of her misses the intricate games of politics.

/ I swear I won’t keep forgetting that this exists

// sigh….dumb ghost notifs