🎀 Wisteria 🎀

The Sylph didn't comment on her summoner's response, and they probably headed straight home.

While Glorius was talking, Rogdan carefully wrote everything down in his notebook.
—Wonderful, simply wonderful! Are you absolutely sure you need an assistant? In my opinion, such words are capable of captivating the soul and heart of even the most uncompromising lady. By the way, could you tell me her name? If it's better to keep it a secret, I understand. Also, in what form would you prefer to receive this piece? A poem? A verse? A story?

— I'm sure. I've never confessed my love to anyone, but I don't feel that my writing is exactly what I'm looking for... In a fit of intense frustration, I even tore it all to shreds, so I can't use it as an example of what I'm talking about. — Glorius thought deeply. — I don't feel that revealing her name to a third party is an ethical thing to do, but... Considering that I've already asked you for this favor, it won't make much difference, and it might provide the necessary linguistic information for writing a better text. Her name is Risha Cross. And in what form? — The summoner was lost in thought again. — Perhaps the format that seems most effective to you and best suits your talents.