- Messages
- 70
- OOC First Name
- Zelia
- Wand
- Beech with Essence of Pixie Hair, 14 1/4"
Izale settled herself on a seat in the courtyard. It was quiet enough. There were people passing through, occasionally stopping to chat to others, but mostly it was calm.
Pulling out her notebook, she opened to the back, where her rough sketches were. She pulled her charcoal pencil from where it was tucked by her ear and began a smooth line on the page. A curve, then. And another. A rough line, a squiggle, a little extra pressure here and there. As she drew she hunched over, her face close to the book, concentrating on the grey smudges she was transferring from pencil to paper. After a while she sat up and cocked her head.
"Not quite," she muttered, and started again.
Pulling out her notebook, she opened to the back, where her rough sketches were. She pulled her charcoal pencil from where it was tucked by her ear and began a smooth line on the page. A curve, then. And another. A rough line, a squiggle, a little extra pressure here and there. As she drew she hunched over, her face close to the book, concentrating on the grey smudges she was transferring from pencil to paper. After a while she sat up and cocked her head.
"Not quite," she muttered, and started again.