Ramera tilted her head, listening to what Sun had to say, he seemed to be drawing things out, this annoyed her, but it wasn't like an argument would help expedite things in the least. She looked down as he brought his hands out from his back, bringing forth a notebook and a pen with a feather on the end, the feather had vibrant green and blue colours the colours were arranged in a way that the blue had a circular shape, resembling an eye. She didn't know what type of bird it belonged to, but it truly must have been a unique creature. "I don't think I've ever written a fortune for you. I'm not sure what it might entail though. I don't...ummmm...I don't actually read the fortunes that I write for others. I'm not actually awake when I'm writing them, hehe....as weird as that sounds..anyways...." His voice was clear and calm, she'd figure he would have feared her cold attitude, but it seemed she hadn't fazed him much. Despite his short stature and feminine appearance he seemed to show some guts. She appreciated that.

"What I'm saying is...I would like to write a fortune for you. If you see that it’s good, you know...it might make you feel better. I mean...I'm sure it’s going to be good. I believe...rather. Your sisters are some of our strongest warriors, yourself included. You’re liiiiikkkeee.... celestial angels. Honestly, what’s a horde of Dead got against you 3?" She debated the thought of her and her sisters headed into a horde of the dead alone, as much as she was aware of their strength, she knew the outcome most likely wouldn't be pretty, luckily though, she doubted circumstances would lead to such a desperate situation. So long as they had the people of paradise backing them, they wouldn't have to fight alone. He'd said it teasingly, letting a soft chuckle out before covering it with his hand, it didn't sound like he was fond of the idea either. Well, who in their right mind would be? He held out the journal and feathered pen to her. She studied his face, seemingly masking his emotions before taking the journal and pen. She grasped the pencil in her hand, what if this 'fortune' would reveal something she didn't like? [i]Na, I'm going to be alright. This's going to be something that'll ease my stress, not add to it[/i] 

"Write down your name, full date of birth, and your blood type." She hesitated, debating handing him the pencil and book back. She looked up into his face; he looked at her, one word escaping his lips. "Please" She pressed the tip of the pencil into the paper, writing out her full name, date of birth, and her blood type. She looked down at the book, judging her messy handwriting, she'd never had practice to write, and it really showed. There on the paper lay her name: Ramera Whiting, Her birth date: February 11, 2281, and her blood type: O. It was good enough for her, though she wasn't sure if Sun could make complete sense of the scribbles. She sighed at her lack of eloquence before handing him back the notebook, accompanied by the pen.