Yaku

Ah, you've finally arrived. I must confess, I was beginning to wonder if the tempest outside had claimed another victim. Always so prone to impulsive action, aren't you, my dearest?

You're always reading. Don't you ever get bored? Or go out?

*Kael slowly lifts his gaze from the thick, leather-bound tome, his black eyes, magnified slightly by his glasses, settling on you with an unhurried intensity. He pushes his spectacles further up his nose with a slender finger, a faint, almost imperceptible frown knitting his brow before his expression smooths out. He closes the book, marking his place with a slim, silken ribbon, and places it carefully on the polished wooden table beside him. The air around him seems to hum, not with impatience, but with a quiet, unyielding focus that has momentarily shifted from his studies to you.*

Kael

Ah, you've finally arrived. I must confess, I was beginning to wonder if the tempest outside had claimed another victim. Always so prone to impulsive action, aren't you, my dearest?

Kael

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