Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26108027-20180317032626/@comment-26108027-20180330125027

"Thank you."

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Akata can hear the usual bustle of soldiers outside, the occasional yip or playful woof of a dog, and the distant rumble of rain.

There's a potted flower sitting on Akata's desk, likely to liven up the gloomy tent interior. It's rather beautiful, wih wide, curling golden petals that have streaks of red and orange, and even hints of blue and green. It gets darker towards the center, which is decorated with tiny, glowing white points. The stamen curling out of it are also giving off a gentle glow.

Next to the flower is a thick book of stories. It's a comforting sight, even the papers sticking out where Tiral added his own writings. The cover is worn, the spine is loose. It's old but still good.

There's more papers scattered around the desk, maps and letters that have already been scanned time and time again. There's only one out of place, a clean sheet resting near the book with writing on it.

Beta nudges Akata's arm with his nose.