born from dark water, daughter of the rain and snow
Amalia would generally shy away from this sort of thing. Art, led by an Ascended notorious for a type of party she would be scandalized by the mention of... It is far, far from the Shield's scene, to say the very least.
The only thing that draws her into the dark, crowded studio is the fact that he is supposedly to paint the gods. Which, remembering his last such endeavor, she finds questionable at best.
She slips in quietly through the door, eyeing the questionable bowl and instead lingering on the sides of the room. Jyoti, far more curious, goes to investigate Pittore's work, leaving the Shield to look upon the sketched out silhouettes. Despite herself the girl drifts forward, interested in the process she cannot ever hope to master. "How do you intend to capture Frey?"
The only thing that draws her into the dark, crowded studio is the fact that he is supposedly to paint the gods. Which, remembering his last such endeavor, she finds questionable at best.
She slips in quietly through the door, eyeing the questionable bowl and instead lingering on the sides of the room. Jyoti, far more curious, goes to investigate Pittore's work, leaving the Shield to look upon the sketched out silhouettes. Despite herself the girl drifts forward, interested in the process she cannot ever hope to master. "How do you intend to capture Frey?"
shield of safrin
