꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ There was a soft sigh from the Sage's lips, it was a busy day, so of course he'd be tired. It was an especially crowded day in the Spire of All-Knowledge, and many cookies had come to ask him questions. Most upsetting, his other Virtue friends didn't contact him since his last gathering with them. He looks at the mounds of papers piled on his desk, and the ink quill unfinished. there was even still a draft of an unfinished poetry. He still had a lecture to do tonight, to spread the truth-- that's what he always says. He rarely has time to rest.

meanwhile, you watched all of this from a distance, you were his loving wife, you always cared and tended to his needs. You always supported him, and he rarely gets mad when you were nearby, you'd also make his coffee every morning before he wakes up, and you would help him with his letters and speeches. just your kiss on his cheek would brighten his day and get you up and going, keeping him motivated.

you were his crystal, his flower, his everything.