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[ironside_pixie]

You may not have seen her, but she's been around, muttering about puddles and wet socks. For now, Kaye's stretched out on a three-seater sofa near the unlit fire, peering at her hand with an artistic air

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[holostar]

In one of the armchairs is a woman, reading a book, desperately concentrating on not thinking of the things that she sees in her dreams as well...only evil fairy faces would be gladly welcomed.

But she's eyeing the girl near her with interest.

[ironside_pixie]

Monsters are never welcome. Especially when you're one of them.

Kaye doesn't notice, caught up with inking a daisy on the very edge of her slim wrist. The tone of her song changes.

"I wanna be the girl with the most cake..." Kaye sings throatily under her breath.

[holostar]

Syal watches her still, looking at her draw on herself. She wonders idly if Soontir hadn't been Imperial, and their home Chiss, would her daughters colour on themselves?

"That's a pretty flower..." Syal says softly, but her Imperial accent ringing loud in her ears.

[ironside_pixie]

Probably not. It takes an very strange girl to draw all up her arms. Kaye might very well continue that long if no-one stops her.

She looks up, startled at the voice, searching for the source of the compliment.

"Thank you." She seems surprised as if little nice has been said to her.

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Molly was walking past, and as a fellow artist, she noticed the drawings. There was a knowing look of understanding on her face at them. She knew well about the trouble with fairies.

[ironside_pixie]

Trouble? Perhaps troubling. Or something else entirely. You can never be sure with Kaye.

The girl blinks, biting her lower lip and growling at something. That leaf was in entirely the wrong place.

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Molly held out a kneaded eraser. Tools of the artist trade. "Need this?"

[ironside_pixie]

Kaye didn't spend enough time in school to be aware of anything art-like. She'll always be a scribbler. On the edges of society, on the edges of her hand, always scratching something out.

"Doesn't that only work with pencil?" Her eyebrows come together as she looks Molly up and down, making no excuses.