Thorstin and Anna sharing a cup of tea

"So how is your writing coming along?" Thorstin asks. "I could ask you the same." Anna responds. "My drabble is hardly anything compared to your creative mind with those creative horrific tales your mind spins. Besides I don't have the time to write about buildings that reach the sky, horse less carriages, and giant metal birds that coast along the wind like dragons." "But your voices they are fantastic I swear you could replicate anyone's voice. That's a skill worthy of a knight." "Heh I suppose, you are truly beautiful my sweetheart." "And you will always be my hon."