Offering a silent smile of thanks, Isla moves to hang up her coat amongst the plethora of colours and fabrics on the hooks. It might look a little drab, but she isn’t particularly keen for Bastien to make it come alive either. [say]“What is the spirit of boheme?”[/say] she wonders, tilting her head and sweeping across to join him. He perches on the edge of the stage and she takes her place among the supplies he’s gathered for her.
Isla selects the basics at first, settling herself before the drawing board and selecting a plain lead pencil to make her beginning sketches. [say]”Should I simply… start?”[/say] she wonders, flashing him a brief smile over the canvas. [say]”Is there any way I should be going about things? I don’t want you to be unhappy with the result.”[/say] She can’t help but chuckle to herself.
Isla selects the basics at first, settling herself before the drawing board and selecting a plain lead pencil to make her beginning sketches. [say]”Should I simply… start?”[/say] she wonders, flashing him a brief smile over the canvas. [say]”Is there any way I should be going about things? I don’t want you to be unhappy with the result.”[/say] She can’t help but chuckle to herself.