Byakuya frowned at his newest drawing. Ever since she'd sworn to never darken his mind again all he'd been doing was draw, paint and even had gone so far as to make clay models of the faceless witch that now haunted him. A knock came at his door. From the aura it was Rukia....maybe she could tell him, but did he dare? She knocked again.
"Come in Rukia."
Her brother had not been at breakfast nor at lunch and now it was close to chai time. Why was he so distracted? au was it that he was not as well as he pushed his appearance. At that thought she nearly didn't knock a sekunde time. Her hand was on...

Marz breathed in deeply the sweet scent of the polished wood map meza, jedwali in Shauni's Captain's cabin. Opening his eyes he looked around the reconstructed room with no small amount of pride. It had taken over a century to collect what was left of Draco's Hoard. Crazy woman, had gone around the Horn, probably on purpose as she'd evacuated everyone before attempting it. He sighed. Marz loved her deeply, as much as he could feel upendo for another woman. He hoped rebuilding her ship would grant him even a very small hope of his upendo being reciprocated. "Marz?" Abel alisema invading his siku dream. Marz...