Annalaliath, restless despite the coffee, got up(battered sketchbook in hand) and she walked around looking for some good people to sit and draw. When she found them, Lesperia, Derufin and Silvanis, she promptly took out her bits of charcoal, that she kept in a pouch at her side ,and stated to draw. Every now and then she would look up and then look back down again. She would stop and put her now short golden hair back behind her elfish ears. Her gray eyes darted from table to page, table to page, then from one face to page and then another. Her fingertips were becoming black and she smudged her and then again there. And her hair fell into her eyes again. As she put it back behind her ear a long black smudge of charcoal made its way from fingers to cheek. She continued to work now and then taking sips from her coffee mug that sat next to her on a stool.
Annalaliath found these people interesting. Maybe not in conversation but in their stances and looks. She paused for a second or two(or was it minutes or a lifetime) and looking at their eyes, she wondered," what can they be thinking, what is their motivations?" Her gray blue pools met those of Lesperia. Annalaliath then went straight back to her drawing and contemplated her thoughts as she drew. Then out of pure habit she ran her fine white fingers through her short golden hair, leaving black charcoal streaks in it. She sipped her coffee, and hoped that she had not been noticed in her drawing.
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Bloody Stumps!!!
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