Stolas sits calmly in his study. the constellations glow above and around him, his grimoire lays spread open upon his desk. the stardust hangs in the air, casting an ethereal purple glow upon the room. he heard a knock on his door. who could it be? Blitzy? Octavia? no, someone else, it has to be. "Hello, dear. Is there something you need?" he asks, his voice has an air of regality, like the cosmic beauty that envelopes him at all times