06-03-2015, 03:51 PM
"Thanks."
She accepted the compliment with a quirk of her lips. It had never felt much of a talent, more of a ... necessity, a compulsion that seemed to require very little effort on her part. Sometimes the praise felt ill deserved, but mostly she accepted it breezily, as now.
She tore the page of wolves from the sketchbook and handed it over. In lieu of a business card, she'd scribbled her name and number in the corner. "University originally. Though that didn't go so well."
She grinned, washing the memories away without much thought. "My sister lives here, she works at the Guardian. So I stayed. I like it here, though. Lots of interesting folk."
She accepted the compliment with a quirk of her lips. It had never felt much of a talent, more of a ... necessity, a compulsion that seemed to require very little effort on her part. Sometimes the praise felt ill deserved, but mostly she accepted it breezily, as now.
She tore the page of wolves from the sketchbook and handed it over. In lieu of a business card, she'd scribbled her name and number in the corner. "University originally. Though that didn't go so well."
She grinned, washing the memories away without much thought. "My sister lives here, she works at the Guardian. So I stayed. I like it here, though. Lots of interesting folk."
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