'Siri'
The last time she visited the Artist's Sanctuary it was to craft a carefully worded message to Ludo and his apparitions. This time, she came for her own piece of mind.
Upon arriving she saw a construction site separating her from the entrance. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the soft-looking fabrics in decadent cerulean. How she missed the simple luxury of comfortable bedding. Tearing her gaze away, she saw a portrait of a woman, lavishly dressed and distinctly beautiful.
Finally, finding her way around the materials strewn around the construction in the making, she noticed a familiar face. Iris smiled at the craftsman, giving a small incline of the head in gratitude for the help he'd offered with her last artistic venture. "Nice to see you again." Noticing the other man, she nodded in greeting. "Are you two preparing a performance?" She could easily picture the brunette as the lead of a play, portraying a tragically enamored aristocrat, and the materials forming an elaborate stage.
Upon arriving she saw a construction site separating her from the entrance. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the soft-looking fabrics in decadent cerulean. How she missed the simple luxury of comfortable bedding. Tearing her gaze away, she saw a portrait of a woman, lavishly dressed and distinctly beautiful.
Finally, finding her way around the materials strewn around the construction in the making, she noticed a familiar face. Iris smiled at the craftsman, giving a small incline of the head in gratitude for the help he'd offered with her last artistic venture. "Nice to see you again." Noticing the other man, she nodded in greeting. "Are you two preparing a performance?" She could easily picture the brunette as the lead of a play, portraying a tragically enamored aristocrat, and the materials forming an elaborate stage.
