Zaveriel walked in to the garden next to the Throne Room in search of his friend and immediately spotted her a few paces away, facing away from him with her little feet kicking in the air. Her attention solely for the piece of parchment that was being scribbled on.
He smiled to himself as he crossed the soft grass and stretched out next to her.
"What ya working on?"
She smiled and passed the parchment over to him, letting him read what she had scribbled onto it quickly, and he smiled once more.
"This a great idea!"