Hats. Simply… So many drawn sketches of hats, various designs and drafts of some kind of strange tricorn meant for a lady of worth. The front was longer than the back, and several feathers stuck out from the back. One of the pinned up sides was held up by a pin, copper wings nestling behind it. There was a fabric sample too, a burgundy colour with darker sienna, patterning it in a way that could portray wealth. There was even an actual feather - a pheasant’s by the look of it. Among the drawings and screwed up pieces of paper, several ciphered letters remained still, stylised hearts marking the envelopes they were kept in.
There were keys too, pens and pencils. Calculator, set square and protractor, various other things used in design. A small box of pills lay in one corner - antidepressants, and one particular, yellow pill all on it’s own, though kept in a small clear box like it held some grave meaning.
Of course, this was Felix’s desk in the lab, nothing of value truly resided here - at least, nothing of value he didn’t want found. Upon the top of the desk were several files - equations and research, neatly organised by topic: Ether Energy, Conversion and Manipulation. They sat next to the stapler, and next to a now curiouser - but expanded, four-way chess set. It was in various states of disarray - the red pieces seemed to be mauling the clear ones, with the black ones preparing some kind of chain reaction. The blue pieces were seemingly waiting, either for some elaborate plan to pursue, or perhaps simply watching the carnage with great interest. These pieces were all glass, or perhaps even crystal, a suit of cards etched on each player’s side: White had diamonds, red had hearts, blue had clubs and black of course had spades.
Felix’s work was however, by this act, rudely interrupted by his discovery of the small girl looking through his things. Having just walked back into the lab with a fresh mug of coffee, he watches for a moment more to see if she notices, before taking himself over and placing a hand upon her shoulder.
"Mira…? Might I ask for an explanation?"
The little Messenger glances over her shoulder to flash Felix a broad smile. Of all the various objects arranged upon the inventor’s desk, Mira was most captivated by the research files laid about, and they were the focus of her attention when he spoke.
"I was tidying up shelves and labeling equipment as you had asked before I noticed the files upon your desk." She began. "Your research in the conversion and manipulation of this… ‘ether’ energy sounds very interesting, Mister Felix, and I apologize if I am being intrusive. I am familiar the laws of thermodynamics and entropy management, so I was drawn to your work. If you wish, I will be more mindful of your research and will stop asking questions, but I do find it deeply fascinating."
Mira placed her own small hand upon Felix’s casting her eyes down to their fingers as she waited for his reply. Work in energy, something Spero was more than intimately versed in. Would such knowledge be brought forth into the light here in Valoran? Would her family find friends or foe if that occurred? There were many questions raised, some frightening, many exciting. With her small grasp upon his person, Mira gently nuzzled her head against his arm.
"I also noticed your work on the hat. It is for a woman is it not? Perhaps for the woman that has been troubling you lately? I think it is very thoughtful if you are making it for her, and I apologize if I thought wrongly. You do not seem as gruff and stern as you appear, Mister Felix. I hope you notice and cherish that fact. There is always room for more good people in this world."