[ The sketchbook is Sara's, judging by the lack of pictures of her. There had been a portrait a little while ago, her seated delicately a younger version of the Leon whose painting hung within the hold stood behind her, hands resting upon her shoulders. There had been none of Mathias, which made sense enough- he had only been a servant of the house for most of his time here. He had earned a title in the campaigns that he and Leon fought, but that had been not long before everything turned sour.
And so it's strange, to see him captured here mid-laugh, clean-shaven and fangless but still very recognizable. He really had been a dear friend of Sara's, hadn't he? ]
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And so it's strange, to see him captured here mid-laugh, clean-shaven and fangless but still very recognizable. He really had been a dear friend of Sara's, hadn't he? ]
Your dad looks strange without the beard.