[ Rolling her eyes, though clearly amused, she teleports off without another word - and doesn't reappear until she's gathered a good amount of supplies. Writing parchment, her quill pen, red ink (of course), envelopes, and her perfume, for good measure.
Setting herself up before the fireplace, she puts her pillow down to prop herself on while laying out on her stomach, legs bent and crossed at the ankles. She hums to herself, drawing the pretty feather of her quill under her chin as she pulls for inspiration! ]
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Setting herself up before the fireplace, she puts her pillow down to prop herself on while laying out on her stomach, legs bent and crossed at the ankles. She hums to herself, drawing the pretty feather of her quill under her chin as she pulls for inspiration! ]