Day Four - Jane Emerges
Who: Jane, Sylar
When: Day four, morning
Where: By the lake
Rating: PG to start
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: After a few days of secluding herself in the library, Jane emerged to try her art skills while sitting near the lake. She is approached by Sylar, and the two discuss their presence in Riverfell, what they left behind, and how Sylar's powers work. They discuss their frustration at the situation, and Sylar takes it in his head to go pay Acevona a visit.
Jane had settled herself on a large rock by the lake's shore. She'd fed from one of the dungeon slaves, and found them to be most compliant. She didn't completely understand the point of not killing them, though she supposed in a closed world such as this, it did make sense. If you bled them a bit, they could heal. If you killed them, you lost a food source.
Bracing the sketchbook she'd bought across one knee, Jane almost absently, idly dragged the tip of the pencil over the paper. She'd never held much of an interest in art, but it was a skill to learn ... and it passed the time.
Most of her sketches were of Alec, though some were of Aro, Marcus, and Caius. Some were of the surroundings, and the people she'd encountered. She considered it something of a dairy for all that.
Lifting her head, Jane glanced around to survey her surroundings to see if there was anything of interest at the moment.
When: Day four, morning
Where: By the lake
Rating: PG to start
Status: Closed, completed
Summary: After a few days of secluding herself in the library, Jane emerged to try her art skills while sitting near the lake. She is approached by Sylar, and the two discuss their presence in Riverfell, what they left behind, and how Sylar's powers work. They discuss their frustration at the situation, and Sylar takes it in his head to go pay Acevona a visit.
Jane had settled herself on a large rock by the lake's shore. She'd fed from one of the dungeon slaves, and found them to be most compliant. She didn't completely understand the point of not killing them, though she supposed in a closed world such as this, it did make sense. If you bled them a bit, they could heal. If you killed them, you lost a food source.
Bracing the sketchbook she'd bought across one knee, Jane almost absently, idly dragged the tip of the pencil over the paper. She'd never held much of an interest in art, but it was a skill to learn ... and it passed the time.
Most of her sketches were of Alec, though some were of Aro, Marcus, and Caius. Some were of the surroundings, and the people she'd encountered. She considered it something of a dairy for all that.
Lifting her head, Jane glanced around to survey her surroundings to see if there was anything of interest at the moment.