Noe
The aviator's rambling was perhaps a little endearing, softening Noe's irritation at having her work interrupted in such a manner. "No worries," she said, waving away the apology. "It happens. The wind is funny that way." As for the paint, she regards it with a tilted head. "It's not so bad. I'll just paint over the smear and try again," she said with a shrug. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had to restart a project, and this was only a small setback in the grand scheme of things. Just a single line. It wasn't even the whole lantern.
Noe cleaned off her paintbrush and selected a larger one, dipping it in the base color and using long strokes to cover up the smeared paint. "Would you like to join me?" she asked, glancing up at the aviator. "I'm Noe, by the way. And you're.... Everest, right? Mateo's friend?"
Noe cleaned off her paintbrush and selected a larger one, dipping it in the base color and using long strokes to cover up the smeared paint. "Would you like to join me?" she asked, glancing up at the aviator. "I'm Noe, by the way. And you're.... Everest, right? Mateo's friend?"
