OOM - Painting

[eiattu_pride]

It's a long few days. Rial knows it's time to take a break when he can't remember exactly where they are or what day it is, just knows that these godsdamn endless meetings go on forever. So he excuses himself, and goes up to his temporary quarters

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[fighting_mad]

It's a good, long while before a knock comes at the door. A long while.

[eiattu_pride]

He quirks a slight smile.

"Coming."

Lays down the brushes and crosses to open the door.

[fighting_mad]

Plourr is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest. Most of the opulence of her attire is gone; the jewelry, the sash, the shoes, leaving her in a gray skirt, tight white tunic, and mismatching boots that are heavy and big enough that they are probably men's.

"You ditched me." She sounds more admiring than annoyed. Though there's definitely some annoyance, after spending five hours with the local squabbling nobles.

[eiattu_pride]

"I had a headache."

Maybe. It was the excuse, anyway. He indicates the window.

"And I was inspired."