knew what she was doing when she invited the wild in
Melita wasn’t a frequent patron of the bar, but she’d opted to utilize its darker contortions today for mischief and melee, rather than heavy drinking and conversing. Enchanted by the light sea breeze winding its way through the corridors, she and Fangorn made their way towards the back, a few nods given to familiar faces, her arms loaded with paper, charcoal, and paint.
Before she found herself distracted or deterred from her task, the youth laid out the supplies across the table, folding her arms across her chest to fully plan out her deviant, mischievous follies. A devilish, impish accord settled its way along her smile, within her eyes, mildly feral as the youth pondered how best to accomplish her mission.
No great artist, but always one to strive and try regardless of talent, she grabbed hold of a piece of charcoal and got to work – initially drawing out a large face, oval, no misgivings applied to it yet. Fangorn had already been placed upon the surface, weighing down the paper from billowing in the wind, and filling in the role as critic. There were a few grumbles and hisses here and there when something clearly didn’t look right – but that had been Melita’s intention from the beginning.
With relish, delight, and a quiet set of giggles, she set about sketching, drawing, and tracing out a rather large nose on the unfortunate individual’s face.
Before she found herself distracted or deterred from her task, the youth laid out the supplies across the table, folding her arms across her chest to fully plan out her deviant, mischievous follies. A devilish, impish accord settled its way along her smile, within her eyes, mildly feral as the youth pondered how best to accomplish her mission.
No great artist, but always one to strive and try regardless of talent, she grabbed hold of a piece of charcoal and got to work – initially drawing out a large face, oval, no misgivings applied to it yet. Fangorn had already been placed upon the surface, weighing down the paper from billowing in the wind, and filling in the role as critic. There were a few grumbles and hisses here and there when something clearly didn’t look right – but that had been Melita’s intention from the beginning.
With relish, delight, and a quiet set of giggles, she set about sketching, drawing, and tracing out a rather large nose on the unfortunate individual’s face.
Melita
