It's been a couple of days now. A couple of days and still none of this feels natural. The scary thing was that it already felt like home to a girl who hadn't had a home in over a year. She's wary of that feeling, because history dictates that nothing lasts forever and getting too comfortable is a dangerous idea. The Estate is hard to resist, though. Everything about it is so welcoming and inviting, she just wants to give in.
She resists the urge to give in, but just barely. Despite fearing the idea of a home that'll no doubt be gone from her in some time, she still relaxes. Maybe a vacation was a better way to look at this. A break from the normal. Something transient that she knew was meant to be enjoyed but also knew it wouldn't last. Yeah. That would help when it ended. There'd be no disappointment if you knew the end was coming.
That meant she could enjoy it, though, as well. She was wandering the estate daily, orienting herself with the vastness of it and learning how to get around. The North District had been on her 'to explore' list today, and when she got here she found a scene so serene she had to stop and let the art fill the rest of her day.
Art was like that for her. It wasn't just a thing she did. It was something that spilled over the pages to fill and consume her. It took all her being, and she was beginning to understand why that was.
She sat on the ground at the edge of the lake, knees pulled up and curled over the sketchbook on her lap. She worked with her lips curled over her teeth as she bit at her lips and worried them into a tight line to keep her focus. She was in this state when Anri's pebble cut across her field of vision. She blinked a few times, sitting up straight and looking around. Finally she took in the boy standing at the edge of the water. When had he gotten there? She was probably going to be a bad hunter...
"Hey!" She yelled at him. "I was drawing that." She sounded almost annoyed, but the act fell apart almost instantly as her posture relaxed and she laughed.
"Just kidding. Kind of. I was drawing that, but a pebble didn't ruin that." She spoke English decently, though with a strong Spanish accent.
"I'm Esperanza. I'm new here." In case the boy was an old hand at this.
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She resists the urge to give in, but just barely. Despite fearing the idea of a home that'll no doubt be gone from her in some time, she still relaxes. Maybe a vacation was a better way to look at this. A break from the normal. Something transient that she knew was meant to be enjoyed but also knew it wouldn't last. Yeah. That would help when it ended. There'd be no disappointment if you knew the end was coming.
That meant she could enjoy it, though, as well. She was wandering the estate daily, orienting herself with the vastness of it and learning how to get around. The North District had been on her 'to explore' list today, and when she got here she found a scene so serene she had to stop and let the art fill the rest of her day.
Art was like that for her. It wasn't just a thing she did. It was something that spilled over the pages to fill and consume her. It took all her being, and she was beginning to understand why that was.
She sat on the ground at the edge of the lake, knees pulled up and curled over the sketchbook on her lap. She worked with her lips curled over her teeth as she bit at her lips and worried them into a tight line to keep her focus. She was in this state when Anri's pebble cut across her field of vision. She blinked a few times, sitting up straight and looking around. Finally she took in the boy standing at the edge of the water. When had he gotten there? She was probably going to be a bad hunter...
"Hey!" She yelled at him. "I was drawing that." She sounded almost annoyed, but the act fell apart almost instantly as her posture relaxed and she laughed.
"Just kidding. Kind of. I was drawing that, but a pebble didn't ruin that." She spoke English decently, though with a strong Spanish accent.
"I'm Esperanza. I'm new here." In case the boy was an old hand at this.