Taking the hint, Lioriley settled down in the seat beside him with a silent nod of thanks, one leg crossing over the other, hands folded on her knee. She had learned during their last meeting that Esteban could talk at length with little prompting, so she patiently listened with a smile still curving her mouth at the corners.

Talk of friends and relatives sharing pleasant moments together creating things made her think of her own upbringing. Magister Kurin had many students, but he treated them all like his own children. And while they had never made snowflakes together from paper - they did make literal ones with their magic as he taught her. And it was...sort of the same thing, wasn't it? A different sort of craft.

"My father figure and I used to craft literal snowflakes." She said, voicing the memory aloud with a chuckle. "Not quite the same, but I can understand the sentiment. I do not create much art these days, though. Only when it is necessary."