Moonspear between the bars

What did she do when she was assigned no tasks? Well... that was a good question. She stared off into space for a moment as she thought about the question and recalled the memories from her time spent alone. What she found, however, was something that she didn’t believe her father would be too interested in, as it lacked an objective. She often did little more than wander and observe the sights but, ultimately, that wasn’t much. Frowning—or perhaps it was a pout—she gave a slow shake of her head and then shrugged, gaze averted.

“I don’t do much,” she decided. “Can we do something you like?” That’d make him happy, right? She hoped so.