[ Mournful storybook royalty... that is so on the nose. Honerva certainly is a bit lost in her thoughts when Magolor makes his quick plan and approach; she glances toward him once he announces himself.

And he's right out the gate with the jokes... well, living with Taako at least had well-conditioned her to roll with that sort of behavior. ]

It is too late, the moment has already passed.

[ Now look what you've done Magolor, now the world will never know what she was composing. ]

Although... perhaps it would hardly be comparable to your productive finds, of late.