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ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[Yes, she's rambling, and Ardyn only looks at her with a furrowed brow. He takes it upon himself to sit on the couch, considering something.

It's hard to know what to say; what there is to talk about, in the end, without the two of them going in circles about memories and how they might affect them. But it would naive of him to ignore the topic completely for the sake of distraction; however, if it's a distraction she's wanting, why should he deny her of it?

His eyes land on the sketchbook, and he seems to decide on something in-between.]

Show me, if you like. The locations from your own memories. I admit I'm curious, and if you want, I will describe the Behemoth to you later, in the best detail I can muster.

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[She hesitates, then nods. Taking the notebook, she settles in next to him (and even that is telling, as she draws one knee to her chest in a posture far more childish than she usually allows herself).

As she flips through it, Ardyn will see there's a fair few sketches in there: portraits, some more complete than others. Some are celebrities, and some are people he doesn't know, and some are even people from the app, though these sketches are the ones least finished. There's a few doodles, here and there, childish and cartoonish, made while she was idling on the phone or busy with something else. And then-- ah.

There's no people in her sketch (and no anachronistic swimwear, either). But it's detailed, and Rosalind has obviously spent a great deal of time on it.]

The boardwalk. The one where he and I offered our pendants.

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[Even if some are rushed, her sketches are good, as they always have been. Faces of people he recognizes and those he does not. Doodles, born from idle scribblings and little more. And then some sketches which are far more detailed, far more impressive than the rest.

The sketch she shows him of the boardwalk qualifies. He leans in to look at the line work, to take in the image presented before him.]

It looks like a place where many might enjoy themselves. Sunny, perhaps even... [He gestures vaguely at the drawing.] Lively, if it were to be filled with people. [Much like a boardwalk should be, he supposes.]

A place for tourists.

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Not particularly a place I'd usually find myself.

[She pushes her fingers through her hair, frowning down at it, and taps two of the anthropomorphic battleships looming over the beach.]

I was discussing this with someone else . . . I wonder if they were a city that prided themselves on their naval tradition. Battleships aren't typical of beach towns.

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[He eyes battleships, finding something rather novel about them.]

And is that instead a place you'd find yourself?