Meetings are boring, and being a High Lord is exhausting. Let's get out of here, and do something fun.
Sometimes sketching on paper is still easier. And you know I can't resist drawing more Tamcien. I worry this obsession is getting out of hand.
I was thinking about this Emily Dickinson poem earlier today.
Heart, we will forget him! You and I, tonight! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light. When you have done, pray tell me That I my thoughts may dim; Haste! lest while you're lagging. I may remember him!
Tell me Tamcien wasn't the first thing you thought of. Imagine poor Tamlin pouring his grief over losing Lucien into angsty poetry.