DELPHINE
Delphine listened, tipping her head. "Oh. I think he's called governor, now? 'unno," she mused, regarding Remi. "I always knew he'd do good with his life, though." She declared, with a friendly grin.
When Matéo introduced himself, the blonde woman beamed, as if he'd just given her a present on her birthday. And then to boot, he's complimenting her painting, and her cheeks rush red. "Oh, uhm. Most of my life, I guess." She's turned back to the canvas, one hand holding a brush, making strokes, the other petting the bird that's in her hair.
"I learned to paint from my mother, when I was a girl." She explained, claiming another brush in the hand that had been petting the bird, dipping it into another color. "Did you say you were a fisherman?" She inquired, as she painted with both hands, deft movements, gentle movements, each stroke quick with purpose.
One last stroke of color, and she's twisted around to eye the fisherman, hazel eyes bright. Paint-covered fingers raise to brush hair from her face, leaving paint in her wake, "Can you describe some of the fish you catch?" She's reaching into a bag for a sketchbook, now.
When Matéo introduced himself, the blonde woman beamed, as if he'd just given her a present on her birthday. And then to boot, he's complimenting her painting, and her cheeks rush red. "Oh, uhm. Most of my life, I guess." She's turned back to the canvas, one hand holding a brush, making strokes, the other petting the bird that's in her hair.
"I learned to paint from my mother, when I was a girl." She explained, claiming another brush in the hand that had been petting the bird, dipping it into another color. "Did you say you were a fisherman?" She inquired, as she painted with both hands, deft movements, gentle movements, each stroke quick with purpose.
One last stroke of color, and she's twisted around to eye the fisherman, hazel eyes bright. Paint-covered fingers raise to brush hair from her face, leaving paint in her wake, "Can you describe some of the fish you catch?" She's reaching into a bag for a sketchbook, now.
I'd like to see the world upside down,
it could be more beautiful.
