Drawing (Active)

[prismsmemory]

Characters: Naminé, Yorda
Content: Naminé teaches Yorda to draw!
Setting: the park
Time: uh.. backdated... a lot...
Warnings: too much adorable for your dental habits

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[nonomoribird]

It wasn't every day Yorda spent time with someone who wasn't Urd, Mao or the Master. She was usually looking after or being looked after by them, and although she didn't mind it, she was quite curious about the people of the city. Being used to bringing the Master food whenever they met, she'd baked cookies and placed some in a covered basket, being careful to leave some for Mao (who, as it turned out, loved cookies). It was true that Naminé had told her she hadn't needed to bring anything, but habits had a tendency to die hard and it wasn't long before Yorda approached the delicate girl who sat drawing in the grass, her basket in one hand and a thermos of ice cold milk in the other in case they got thirsty.

"Is that drawing?" the princess asked, kneeling in front of Naminé so she could take a closer look.

[prismsmemory]

Naminé started in surprise at the sound of Yorda's voice, instinctively holding her sketchbook a little closer for just a moment. She was just drawing. She wasn't using her "witch powers" for this.

"Yes," she answered, patting the ground beside her so Yorda would sit down. "You just choose something you like and try to make the paper whatever it is. Like this."

Hers was a flower field for the moment, with color and texture. Pulling out the extra sketchbook, she offered it to Yorda. Whatever was in her new friend's bag was to be dealt with however Yorda felt like doing it. It wasn't any of Naminé's business to ask.

[nonomoribird]

Yorda moved closer to Naminé, thankfully having grown to understand the gesture from Urd (who, along with Mao, had been stuck giving several explanations as to what different gestures meant, among other things). She happily accepted the sketchbook and set the basket of cookies and the thermos of milk between them, uncovering the basket so the other girl could see what was inside. She would let Naminé take what she wanted first, but she took out a couple of small plates, cups, and a few so they'd have something to use.

"Thank you," said Yorda, looking at it as though she didn't quite know where to begin.

[prismsmemory]

Having never been invited to something like this before, Naminé wasn't aware that she was welcome to the contents of the basket. She couldn't help looking, though, but turned back to her sketchbook a moment later.

"You're welcome." That was what she was supposed to say, right? "Um... if you're just starting out... think of something you like... maybe a flower or a person. Picture them in your mind and then... draw them. Like this."

Putting her pencil to the paper, Naminé started drawing a shape. It grew into a rose and then blossomed further into a broken scythe. Guess who she was thinking of?

[nonomoribird]

Perhaps Naminé hadn't noticed. Yorda looked over at the other girl and shyly gestured to the basket. "Please take some," she offered, used to Mao's snatching cookies as soon as they were in sight. She scooted closer to the other girl, watching as she drew. She had never seen anything like it before.

For now, she shifted back to her own sketch pad, and looked down at a moment before beginning a rough, unsure sketch of her favorite part of the island she'd come from: a windmill, and the small body of water beneath it, where the birds had liked to gather. The princess still remembered the feel of the sunlight warming her skin and the cool breeze lifting her hair.