Aoi canted her head slightly and pouted thoughtfully, her lower lip sticking out dramatically. She looked down at her journal for a moment, her mind pondering the question over and over. Then, as if it hit her very suddenly, her gray eyes darted down to the hand that was resting on her lap. Her brows relaxed and her fingers grazed against the ring on her other hand. The pout was no longer on her lips, her face showed no emotion but as she looked up slowly, it was clear that her eyes had a faraway look. She blinked a few times, finally, a small but sad smile appeared on her lips and she rested her hands on her journal. She used a finger to tap the simple but beautiful gem embedded in the ring and looked up, smiling softly once more. Her hands reached for the quill and she scribbled quietly,