DELPHINE
She and Poe were wanderers at heart. After all... that was how she had come upon Poe wandering to see what the world beyond the walls had held. A part of her longed to stay in Torchline forever; the skies, the view, the warmth. But she knew she couldn't have everything.
It was a pretty, warm day, and she wore a light dress that she had just obtained, her furs stashed in the bag she had across her shoulder. She basked in the sunlight and had been in Torchline for most of the day if the various jars of carefully uprooted plants were anything to go by. She'd never be able to convince the plants to grow in Halo, realistically, but that would not stop her from trying.
After all, once upon a time, she'd managed to make a plant from another world flourish in a pot on her bedroom window. Probably the best gift she had ever received, that odd plant. "What do you think, Poe?" The bird purred his answer, and she felt him shift in her hair. What had started out as a bun was now a tangled mess, topped with pink feathers.
"We'll figure something out for you back home, just like we'll figure out how to get plants to grow," she stated, confidently. It seemed impossible, to grow plants in such a cold region but... That only made Delphine want to figure it out more. An impossible puzzle was the best kind, after all.
Her footsteps were slow, a leisurely pace as her gaze wandered over the area, fixing on the lighthouse. She'd not spent enough time here, to really appreciate the view. As she walked closer to the lighthouse, the pink bird dislodged himself from her hair and took to the air.
And Delphine began to set up the easel and canvas she'd stashed in her bag. She dropped her bag gently on the ground, and began to carefully choose her spot; the best position to get the best view. Her shoes were left with her bag, as she moved the easel and canvas further from where she had started.
Satisfied, she moved to claim her paints, each jar placed carefully in the order she thought she might use them, brushes resting in the cloth that she'd used to wrap around them so that they wouldn't wind up all over her bag.
"Stop showing off," she called to the pink bird, who was most certainly flaunting the fact he could fly and she could not. Eventually, the bird joined her, nesting back into her hair to watch her paint.
It was a pretty, warm day, and she wore a light dress that she had just obtained, her furs stashed in the bag she had across her shoulder. She basked in the sunlight and had been in Torchline for most of the day if the various jars of carefully uprooted plants were anything to go by. She'd never be able to convince the plants to grow in Halo, realistically, but that would not stop her from trying.
After all, once upon a time, she'd managed to make a plant from another world flourish in a pot on her bedroom window. Probably the best gift she had ever received, that odd plant. "What do you think, Poe?" The bird purred his answer, and she felt him shift in her hair. What had started out as a bun was now a tangled mess, topped with pink feathers.
"We'll figure something out for you back home, just like we'll figure out how to get plants to grow," she stated, confidently. It seemed impossible, to grow plants in such a cold region but... That only made Delphine want to figure it out more. An impossible puzzle was the best kind, after all.
Her footsteps were slow, a leisurely pace as her gaze wandered over the area, fixing on the lighthouse. She'd not spent enough time here, to really appreciate the view. As she walked closer to the lighthouse, the pink bird dislodged himself from her hair and took to the air.
And Delphine began to set up the easel and canvas she'd stashed in her bag. She dropped her bag gently on the ground, and began to carefully choose her spot; the best position to get the best view. Her shoes were left with her bag, as she moved the easel and canvas further from where she had started.
Satisfied, she moved to claim her paints, each jar placed carefully in the order she thought she might use them, brushes resting in the cloth that she'd used to wrap around them so that they wouldn't wind up all over her bag.
"Stop showing off," she called to the pink bird, who was most certainly flaunting the fact he could fly and she could not. Eventually, the bird joined her, nesting back into her hair to watch her paint.
I'd like to see the world upside down,
it could be more beautiful.
