The Konti smiled, her hands resting on her thighs. "It appears that I am not," The young woman gave the Akvatari a great deal of credit, he had written something beautiful and evoking. People felt something when he spoke, they would feel what lovers caged away from each other could feel through his voice. "I have no doubt that you will be able to accomplish that, Phipreas." Ora's eyes moved from the man next to her to the small remainder of food on her plate, she continued to eat, finishing off what remained of the meat.
"Do you know what it will be about?" The Konti asked, her eyes and fingers focused on the plate before her. She did not expect the man to know exactly what he would write of, but perhaps he knew a general idea. "Traveling? Fighting?" Her eyes flashed over to Phipreas as her finger held a small piece of bread. "Perhaps you will write of a hero?" The woman smiled, her eyes moving to the piece of bread in her fingers.