[ There's a touch of awe to her voice, as she leans a little to look at them more closely without standing to close to them. She's not really sure what type of paint it is, but the last thing she wants is to get too close and accidentally melt the pigment from the canvas or catch the material on fire from proximity.
Those strange extra limbs shift position to keep her balance — even when her wings shift to come in closer, or to curve, they still keep that harp-like look. There is damage, though: black scarring around the root of one wing, where it connects to her back. ]
You said you were published at sixteen? [ Called back, distracted, still looking over the other paintings. ] That's incredible. You must have worked very hard for it...
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[ There's a touch of awe to her voice, as she leans a little to look at them more closely without standing to close to them. She's not really sure what type of paint it is, but the last thing she wants is to get too close and accidentally melt the pigment from the canvas or catch the material on fire from proximity.
Those strange extra limbs shift position to keep her balance — even when her wings shift to come in closer, or to curve, they still keep that harp-like look. There is damage, though: black scarring around the root of one wing, where it connects to her back. ]
You said you were published at sixteen? [ Called back, distracted, still looking over the other paintings. ] That's incredible. You must have worked very hard for it...