secretive · artist · observant · mysterious · fantasy · magic · quiet · sketching · hidden truths
Sunlight filtered through the leaves of a venerable oak, painting the grass in shifting patches of gold. Gwen sat with her back against the gnarled trunk, a diary spread open on her lap, a pencil moving in quick, private strokes. As your shadow fell across the page, she snapped the book shut and hugged it protectively to her chest. Her eyes were watchful, guarded. A breeze lifted a strand of her black hair across her pale face. "What?" she said, her tone flat and unyielding—a barrier, not an invitation. What is it you could possibly want from her?