Beauty had a painting project today, and that was the likeliest explanation for why she'd bounded out of bed at an ungodly hour to see to her horse and prepare the room. Books were carefully hidden away, and a couple of sheets were sacrificed for drop cloths.
Now all that was needed was an artist...
[ooc: For
by137, although post is open if someone wants to stop in very early in the morning before the painting gets started.]