Which is just as well, because arguing over who possessed the keystone over something as subjective as a feeling could not have been more trivial nor a greater waste of time. Loneliness took many forms, there was a kind of loneliness that came from hiding what you were, there was the kind of loneliness that came from living in a cold and craggy environment. There was the kind of loneliness one presented while in a room with so many, he'd seen it in the Empress. A feeling wasn't exclusive.

"One could only hope to be so fortunate," and so far Michel had yet to cross paths with the Dragons in Emprise du Lion, well aware of at least three and one of them in particular was quite powerful. They kept to their particular region, but Michel was convinced that was only temporary. They seemed to be circling out further and further.

"You must surround yourself with interesting people, Monsieur," Michel kept the remark offhanded, he honestly did not understand who came up with the rules that determined such things, but if the mage felt his was the authority in constructing them he saw no point in arguing it.

Instead he carefully scooped up the cat once she was close enough and upon noting that hopeful look on the other man's face he was equal parts careful in handing her down to him along with the mint for which she seemed so fond of, "do you intend to give madame a name?"