The general stood before an intricate, spray- paint laden tag, taking up nearly the entire side of one of the smaller bridges in Noxus. A raven perched upon his shoulder, silent in comparison to how loud she usually was. He leaned on his walking stick as he reached out to brush the dried paint, only one thought crossing his mind- beautiful. The piece, though it was technically a vagrancy, a defiliation of Noxian pride… The purple, shimmering drapes falling around the edges, the stone that seemed to glow, and gilded chains rising from the floor, he recognized them.
“We are here too long.” The raven breathed, ducking her beak against the general’s head. He tapped his cane, as he stopped admiring the piece; dropping his hand to his side. “Have you found her yet?” The raven continued, fluttering her wings as she moved to the general, chest.
“Of course. Who do you think I am?” The raven giggled, tucking her head against his throat as the world fell away around them, only to reappear a moment later, darkness still thick around them. There was no warning for the thin, tiny artist with her back to the pair, as the high general Swain of Noxus stood not even two steps behind her; though was that who it was, really?