[D has a hand held out, a pool of water slowly forming in his palm, enjoying the light rain shower. It doesn't feel the same as back home, empty in a way..]

"The palest of inks is better than the best memory."

[His clothing has been slowly soaking through, showing just how long this man must have been outside already. Soon enough his hand fell, ( Read more... )

[For once the Count is inside somewhere, seated upon a chair with a tea tray rested on the table before him. The room itself is still a work in progress, but it is enough to provide him comfort. He's ignoring a snickering goat monster rested across his lap currently ( Read more... )