Irisa wanted to be a writer as a child, but only learned how to in her late teens, she found she wasn’t all that good at it. So, she won’t be an author, but she keeps a detailed journal to keep that dream alive in a small way. 

Her bedroom was a small closet, but she fit, and she fit comfortably. She laid on her bed, writing her entry for the day, it spanned three pages so far and she was working on the fourth. She described the Melkree grandfather and granddaughter thoroughly, she was fond of writing about families. She missed her own. Eventually there was a knock on the closet, and Lueresta moved inside, curling up next to her, “Hi, yosa,” she smiled, leaning on Irisa’s shoulder. Irisa leaned her head on Lueresta’s “Hello, Luera,” Lueresta looked at her journal, “Writing again?” Irisa hummed yes.  

Lueresta watched as Irisa finished the page and closed the book post signature, “Why don’t you write in Ederic?” Lueresta asked, looking up at her from her shoulder. Irisa responded, “It’s good practice,” with a shrug, Lueresta nodded, “I guess I understand that,” they were silent for a bit.  

“Kiss?” Lueresta asked. 

“Mhm,” Irisa leaned over.