Delphine
The air was hard to breathe in some places, but easy enough for her to ignore. She caught sight of a man, shirtless, barefooted, and she moved towards him. "Can you tell me where I might find some paint supplies?" She'd headed towards him, because she had a feeling that she knew him from somewhere.
But once she had reached him, she was not so sure anymore. She'd be thankful if the man could give her clearer directions; she was pretty sure the first person she had spoken to was drunk, probably not the best person to take directions from. She could, of course make her own paints, and had very little trouble doing that. And canvas was not strictly necessary if she wanted to work on a different medium.
The wind by the man was riveting, like it was dancing in circles around her, but she didn't assume magic, not at first.
But once she had reached him, she was not so sure anymore. She'd be thankful if the man could give her clearer directions; she was pretty sure the first person she had spoken to was drunk, probably not the best person to take directions from. She could, of course make her own paints, and had very little trouble doing that. And canvas was not strictly necessary if she wanted to work on a different medium.
The wind by the man was riveting, like it was dancing in circles around her, but she didn't assume magic, not at first.
Let me make you smile, darling.
