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[loveintriangles]

Vanessa could often be found by her gallery. When the front porch and the little garden she was creating there were caught by the shade of the room itself, she set up outdoors, but when the sun his it in full force, she preferred to stay inside. She may have been here for quite some time, she was still English and of delicate English complexion

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[cantstopmoving]

With Donna healing, Dick has more time to think and plan. Planning is good, thinking as much. He'd rather be moving than dwelling on the things he can't change here.

The museum seems like a good next project to tackle, but he'd let it go and hasn't been entirely sure where to start. Morgan suggested he talk to her painting teacher, since she had a gallery, and after a few days of too much to do to get there, Dick heads over.

"Hi," he calls to the woman in the garden. "I'm looking for Vanessa Bell?"

[loveintriangles]

Nessa looked up to the man who seemed to be looking for her. It struck her - it struck her every time she saw one - how fit the men were here. Toned musclature, almost carefully in place. Fit and handsome. It struck her every time. Even after having inhabited the body of one, some time ago now. That was an expirience she would not mind to have again.

She smiled to him and offered a hand, in greeting and to have him help her up. "You have found her, dear, look no further. And you are?"

[cantstopmoving]

Hand offered, Dick moves gracefully to her side and extends his to help her up. Easy to see why Morgan speaks well of her. She seems calm, considered, and gracious.

"Dick Grayson," he tells her as his fingers close around hers. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

[loveintriangles]

"Likewise, I'm sure." Hand shaken lightly, she readjusted the band in her hair, to keep her longish and greying hair in place and put a few strays behind her ears. "What do you need?" she asked kindly. "Are you enrolling in my art class?"