He did not know if he should even ask, if the other cared to be bothered, but Miquella decided to approach with a relaxed air. "Are you planning to do anything on this eve of the new year, Ansbach?"
Despite being the captain of the dynasty's company of knights, Ansbach could be something of a recluse at times - a quiet soul who liked to be alone with his thoughts. Perhaps it was this prolonged isolation, the several days in which his company had been absent, that had piqued Miquella's curiosity.
He sat in a chair in a corner by the fire, unmasked, needle and thread in one hand and his cloak in the other, as he carefully restitched some of the frayed embroidery. When Miquella approached, it was with wide golden eyes that Ansbach looked back at him, blinking in surprise as he parsed the question.
"The new year... It is this coming morrow?" He'd completely lost track, which perhaps answered the godling's question all on its own.












