[it seems he has been graced with polite onlookers today, though if Vanessa were to interrupt him he wouldn't mind -- he knows she is there by the bergamot and patchouli that gently wafts through the air over his shoulder as the door of the cafe closes.
his sketch is coming along nicely; a large, monstrous black stag with the snout close to a dragon, teeth bared and sharp as knives. the detail is impeccable.]
You are welcome to sit with me, Miss Ives.
[said as he begins to look up and turn his head in her direction, eyes quickly scanning her for signs of distress. it seems she has escaped the labyrinth unharmed, at least at first glance.]
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his sketch is coming along nicely; a large, monstrous black stag with the snout close to a dragon, teeth bared and sharp as knives. the detail is impeccable.]
You are welcome to sit with me, Miss Ives.
[said as he begins to look up and turn his head in her direction, eyes quickly scanning her for signs of distress. it seems she has escaped the labyrinth unharmed, at least at first glance.]