[ It's been...well since the last time she spoke to Ruby on a crystal- but before that quite a while since she was able to sit and speak of nothing in particular. A few months before the Spire fell, truly.
There's the flip and thud of books being shut, the creak of a chair as she settles back with her drink, and a low, throaty hum. ]
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There's the flip and thud of books being shut, the creak of a chair as she settles back with her drink, and a low, throaty hum. ]
Mmm. If I were to choose but one? The Iris.