[Noah has to smile at the quip, even if it isn't the careless grin from before and instead something more somber, something colored with that well of deep sadness within. The touch is grounding and welcoming. Even being alive, being real again for… goodness, has it been a year now? If not then almost. Noah still sometimes feels like he could lose himself to time at any moment. Nostalgia is a frightening feeling when you literally have played jump rope with time.

The memories closer to his death are a little easier to hold onto, save for the ones on the day of. The actual act of dying. It's still a mess of feathers, of colors, all making it hard to tell what was dream that inspired it and what was the actual Raven Day.]

Oh, they were awful, I'm sure. Aglionby doesn't really have arts and crafts. They should though, it's good for the soul.

I think Whelk thought the whole thing was stupid.

[Shows what he knew, really. Raven Day went on longer than Whelk did. He was never good with the simple pleasures, which were mild and ambitionless Czerny’s specialty.]