Eleven blinked, nerves skittering through him from the touch of her knee upward.
"A picture? I'm.. not a terribly gifted artist, but I could try." He sketched out designs for the weapons he made sometimes, but they were more for planning and rough reference than anything artistic.
"Souls drift between Her branches," he mused, thinking about the magical air and sheer majesty he'd never be able to capture on paper. "Waiting to be reborn. I'm afraid I won't be able to do any justice to Her."
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Date: 2021-09-22 11:49 pm (UTC)"A picture? I'm.. not a terribly gifted artist, but I could try." He sketched out designs for the weapons he made sometimes, but they were more for planning and rough reference than anything artistic.
"Souls drift between Her branches," he mused, thinking about the magical air and sheer majesty he'd never be able to capture on paper. "Waiting to be reborn. I'm afraid I won't be able to do any justice to Her."