[It's a lot to try and keep track of all at once; Lys doesn't even try, completely swept up in the grandiosity of it all. Making a quick gesture to keep Arthur from following (he was doing just fine right where he was!), she practically jogs across the stage when summoned. Though she accepts the pen and coin equally without question, her excitement noticeably fades when asked to write something; braiding letters into words and words into sentences was hard enough when allowed to concentrate in complete silence, alone.
Thankfully, she's been given an alternative. Uncapping the pen, Lys scrawls a quick sketch on the coin's shiny surface: a flower in full bloom, every petal accounted for.]
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Thankfully, she's been given an alternative. Uncapping the pen, Lys scrawls a quick sketch on the coin's shiny surface: a flower in full bloom, every petal accounted for.]