Summer, 512 A.V.
Quill's Rest
Midday
Walking down the street with his sketchbook in hand, the artist had started on his way down to The Quill's Rest. On his journey back to the city, Gale noticed the gray clouds that had rolled in above the city, threatening to cry sorrowfully above them. Today was one of those days where he needed to restock on pictures, which he would have gladly done by his tree, but due to the rain that seemed likely, he decided he would stay indoors. He was heading to the Quill's Rest because he heard it was quiet and had a nice view of the bay. Unlike his window back at the World's End Grotto the only view he saw was the wall of the building next door, and the street outside if he was looking out it at the right angle. Besides, he hadn't draw the ocean from a viewpoint like the Quill had before so it would be something new.
Moving around through the crowd, Gale's face held his hint of a smirk that had grew slightly on his face from his thought of something new. His cotton shirt and brown pants waved in the breeze as it grew. He pushed the door open as he arrived at his destination, stepping in and the closing it behind him. It looked nice with light colored wood, serving drinks, and the window opening the wall up for a view of the bay he had been wanting to draw. He looked around briefly to look for a spot to sit and draw in peace before sitting down in a chair by the fireplace. He wanted to warm up by drawing someone he drew plenty of times before moving on to something new. Once he finished his warm up drawing, he would move to a seat by the window and get started on the bay picture.
He flipped the sketchbook open to an empty page and held his charcoal in his fingers of his left hand. He crossed his legs, leaning to one side of the chair, his elbows propped on the arms of his seat. He twirled the charcoal in his fingers in thought, wondering what he should draw to warm him up. He could draw another flower. But he drew a lot of flowers...But he was good at it and it would make a good start. Flower it was then...
Quill's Rest
Midday
Walking down the street with his sketchbook in hand, the artist had started on his way down to The Quill's Rest. On his journey back to the city, Gale noticed the gray clouds that had rolled in above the city, threatening to cry sorrowfully above them. Today was one of those days where he needed to restock on pictures, which he would have gladly done by his tree, but due to the rain that seemed likely, he decided he would stay indoors. He was heading to the Quill's Rest because he heard it was quiet and had a nice view of the bay. Unlike his window back at the World's End Grotto the only view he saw was the wall of the building next door, and the street outside if he was looking out it at the right angle. Besides, he hadn't draw the ocean from a viewpoint like the Quill had before so it would be something new.
Moving around through the crowd, Gale's face held his hint of a smirk that had grew slightly on his face from his thought of something new. His cotton shirt and brown pants waved in the breeze as it grew. He pushed the door open as he arrived at his destination, stepping in and the closing it behind him. It looked nice with light colored wood, serving drinks, and the window opening the wall up for a view of the bay he had been wanting to draw. He looked around briefly to look for a spot to sit and draw in peace before sitting down in a chair by the fireplace. He wanted to warm up by drawing someone he drew plenty of times before moving on to something new. Once he finished his warm up drawing, he would move to a seat by the window and get started on the bay picture.
He flipped the sketchbook open to an empty page and held his charcoal in his fingers of his left hand. He crossed his legs, leaning to one side of the chair, his elbows propped on the arms of his seat. He twirled the charcoal in his fingers in thought, wondering what he should draw to warm him up. He could draw another flower. But he drew a lot of flowers...But he was good at it and it would make a good start. Flower it was then...