The earl grey tea she received just an hour ago was going cold. Though she didn't pay it any mind until she brought the cup to her lips. With a deep sigh, Lumikki placed her drink back on the table, leaning into her seat with frustration. Her new life could be vexing at times with only sparse moments of fulfillment.
It was then, as Lumikki's gaze veered out the window, that she could see one of her Deamon ravens flying toward her office. Its feathers were a purplish hue and the dark that clung to its being streaked behind him.