Fiona had risen early and made her way out of the court and to Susurro Fields in the pre-dawn light. She had come to draw the sunrise, a phenomenon which many maybe took for granted, dozing on until the sky was pale and blue. But the lavender and ivory girl knew there was such a small span of time to really see its true beauty, and when that sun slipped up over the horizon—incredibly bright for those short moments—Fiona knew that her, her court and all of the world had been gifted with another day.
She'd set to work with a large board and a medium she didn't work with often: pastels. Fiona wanted to capture the sunrise in all its bright and colorful beauty, and her usual inks and graphite wouldn't give it the life she sought. Soon strokes filled the canvas, bold and unfailing, until the dawn passed. Under the early morning sun, Fiona made a few final touches and in the peace and the quiet, she eventually dozed off without trying to.
When she woke her lashes fluttered against the sunshine, now much stronger, and her skin was sun-kissed and warm. After a moment her eyes popped open and she thought she should probably make her way back to the court. Fiona gathered her things, packing them carefully back into the bag she tended to carry with her on her excursions. As she stood in the long, waving grass, the flower girl noticed she was not alone. Though she had fallen asleep only a short distance away, she couldn't be sure whether she'd been spotted. Unable to pass up a chance to meet someone new, Fiona approached the stranger with a smile poised on her face.
@Pandora it's so late I'm sorry aah
