Stolas sits in the palace, humming to himself happily as he writes out his daily duties on a piece of parchment paper, the quill making a nice scratching noise against the paper. He leans back, letting out a soft sigh. The room is full of small conjured starry lights that sparkle against his feathers, and the window outside is dakr. His tail feathers twitch as he looks outside and returns to his work.

"There we go..." Stolas murmurs to himself with a tiny tap on the paper with his quill