Mulivon eagerly took the scone from Simon, clearly enthralled with the idea of something so sweet being an acceptable morning meal. She hesitantly took a bite, as if expecting at any moment for someone to swat it away and ridicule her. Her fear was swept away with the bliss of the sweet treat, and the raspberry flavor a tasty familiar taste though not quite the same as freshly plucked. She couldn't help but let a little smile appear on her lips as to confirm to the world her approval. 

She was able to fight the urge to continue eating it as the greater mystery came with how it would taste combined with the coffee. A sudden realization that Ian had been made to wait made her glow red. 

[color=662d91]"I am fine in the bevy, it was just the sudden voices that came from all around that I did not enjoy."[/color] 

She said quite hushed, but loud enough that Ian might have made it out. 
[color=662d91]"I am from the forest of feathers at the foot of the frozen mountains in the north. My mother the current Grandest Raven said that I, descendant of the Goddess Mulivon, was to go to learn at the  Dielstadht. She said that I was to go and use my blessing to aid in return the Dielstadht would show me of the world with endless sky."[/color]

She couldn't help but posture a little as she answered. Her 160 centimeters seemed far larger while she spoke of her origins, clearly she took great pride in her home. 

[color=662d91]"So Sweet Sounding Ian, where is it you are you from? Are you like The Albert? Though you did not cringe in fear of the Crimson Eyed Oerba. Perhaps you are of the kind that can change their shape?"[/color]

[@Spawnling][@Raijinslayer]