[ her feet stop, eyes locked upon the sketched lines that come together to form the picture, swirls of rushed but detailed imagery that draw her in enough to stare as she follows the formulating garden upon the wall.
but then her gaze draws on towards the artist, a sense of discomfort in his posture, and her stare shifts more into concern as she steps slowly closer. ]
wildcard;
but then her gaze draws on towards the artist, a sense of discomfort in his posture, and her stare shifts more into concern as she steps slowly closer. ]
Are you ... alright?