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 Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 3:46 pm
Lisette closed her eyes briefly, then looked around before placing her pencil to her sketchpad and starting to draw. The young herald was sitting comfortably beneath a tree in the park, her sketchpad open and set on her lap before her. Soft blue eyes closed again in concentration, before she sighed softly and placed the pencil down. This subject was just not coming to her... she needed something new to draw, something unique and interesting...
Hopefully she could find what she was looking for before she needed to head home later on.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 5:32 pm
Grazie was in a daze, the large collection of all things plant-like drawing her into a mute symbiosis enough to drown. Her mind was a blank slate and as she remained lost in her dream like state, was awoken when a bicyclist collided with her and sent her to the floor. After a few shrill remarks filled with even more curses, Gretchan found herself milling about. Bamboo wings her stretched out completely to each side, absorbing the sun and mingling with the other plants in company. Why was life so boring?
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 1:09 pm
Lisette glanced briefly around the park, pausing when her gaze landed on an older girl who had beautiful, plantlike wings... another Herald, perhaps? Intrigued, the small blonde closed her sketchbook and stood, dusting her pink skirt off before she approached the teenager, stopping a few feet away and dropping her gaze to the ground as she offered a quiet, "Hello," to the bamboo-winged teen.
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