A young blonde woman sat in her study which was practically a small library if you wanted to be simply descriptive. Sitting on the ledge of the inside of the window where she can see the Moors. A home she could always go to. With a caw heard, she came out of her thoughts to look over to see a raven on the special perch she made. Smiling wide, she bookmarked her place in the book before she set it down and went over to him. "Diaval!" She was always excited to see Diaval. Him visiting was always an exciting thing. Not just because of him bringing letters, but just him presence made her think of the Moors and their friendship. "Picking up a cup, she poured some water into it. "I'm sure you might be thirsty." She then took the letter, opening it as she went on the ledge to read it.