"Aaah. The duels are quite fun as far as I can tell...I've only really done so occasionally, with an audience..." There's yet another cough, and she flips through the folder. "Shirou-kun...my apprentice, however, feels they've lost the creativity they used to have; there is plenty of tactics, and sportsmanship, but older duels used to have more..."

There is a pause as she thinks of the word. "...Spectacle wouldn't be the right term, but I suppose the methods you could entertain an audience varied a little more? Over all, you could participate in more areas for that matter...ah-" There it is. "There... ...for personal keeping, a lot of my relatives gave me pictures from when I was younger," she coughs, going a little bit red as she turns the photo over. The old man's face cannot be seen- he's holding an infant however, and more alarmingly a large and almost ethereal dragon in armor seems to be standing at his side. His attention is divided- one part on the baby, one part on the dragon as he seems to talk to it.

The dragon seems intrigued, and enchanted by such a small thing. "This...was apparently not long after I was born," she says softly. "That is...Great-grandpa. And with him, that is his shadow; 'Maat', she's called."