"Hello, my darling. I have missed you very much. How are you, love?"
“Are you - really back now?”
“Why sure, I can, love,” Luna responded to her query, leaning back against the wall.
“First I went to Portugal, where my spies informed me of the treachery back home in Russia. ” she withdrew her sketchbook, flipping open to a page of sketches she made of the port there. “I also sampled many delicious foods and wines to bring home. ” She flipped to another page, an icy barren battlefield, scorched with rubble everywhere, the ruined structure of a manor home far off in the distance of the scene. “And here we have the scene of the first battle. We won this one. ”
Crystallin sat beside Luna eagerly. She had her own sketches to show Luna of the little things she’d done, but these - these were beautiful and she was eager to hear all of the stories. Well… she hoped she was eager to hear them all. She wasn’t sure about all the battles, but Crystallin didn’t want to miss out on any of it. Luna had been gone so long.
“Was it cold? It looks like glass,” she commented. Crystallin didn’t want to interrupt too often. She just wanted a few clarifications.
"Well in Portugal, the winter is nice and temperate. But in Russia not so much," Luna explained, flipping back to the sketch of the port. "I even drew something just for you, my dear." She said, flipping to a sketch of a beautiful garden, from the looks of it somewhere in Asia, with a waterfall and a river. "Do you like it?"
