Ice, Ice Baby

[Micah tol Powl]

"Plenty," the bear remarked in answer.

In the room behind him was any number of projects that he'd started, only to put down as the muse took him elsewhere.

"But, an artist is a stubborn craftsman, who doesn't even know what he wants. Let alone have the ability to communicate it to others," the Beorni added, bowing his head in appreciation for the offer all the same.

"Another time, perhaps." Kiriko was sincere by that. He hoped to have another opportunity to chat with this young woman. But it seemed their time together was waning. "I do hope the information was worth your time and travel out here."

[member="Karren Trask"]​

 

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[member="Kiriko"]

Karren nodded, placing her cup back on the table. Now empty, she gathered up the beornis trays and dishes, and walked them to his washing area. then she hummed a small tune as she quickly squared them away. After they were washed and put up she returned and gave him a small bow as she slid her cloak over her tan tunic.

"I thank you very much for your time and knowledge Kiriko. If you should ever have need of me, do not hesitate to ask."

Then she slipped into the night...