Did they get you to trade
Your heroes for ghosts?
Your heroes for ghosts?
For a while there was silence and Sam worked, managing to almost convince himself that Evie wasn't there. Not entirely, but almost. Whenever she was near it was impossible to completely rid himself of the sickly panic that had run under his skin for most of his childhood, the knowledge that he was not good enough, second best, that anyone who walked in would look at the both of them and assume she was better.
Her question made him flinch just the slightest, the sudden break from silence surprising him. Sam could hear, could feel the intent behind it....but it was the most neutral thing she'd said to him in years, so he decided to answer it.
"Well...I know if I tried to copy all the roof tiles like that, it wouldn't look good. So I'm trying to...I guess, create the um...feeling of the tiles. With the simpler lines." This sounded lame even to him, but it was the best explanation he could give. "Usually I only do writings and illuminated letters, so I'm still learning how to do this at all. Why, would you do it differently?"
Samuel
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
