The night was cold and crisp to the senses, giving Anna the chance to finally use the massive fireplace to warm her Paris loft. The girl sat on the pile of throw blankets, curled in a nest of them to enjoy a cup of hot tea. Perrin lay on the lounge, asleep and drooling to his little Moogle's heart's content. She'd have him fix the tapestry later.
Bare feet wiggled inside of the blankets, the little sign that issued her thoughts. Her cousin's life was about to take a drastic change, and with it would many others. Anna sat waiting for her guest to arrive, having instructed one of the lesser Moogle's to wait at the door for them.