"No, you're not! Or, well, you are, but it's fascinating." Purva sketched out the base of the castle. A tower there, another there... "Do you do something in the arts for a living? You sound like you know what you're talking about."
"I'm a painter. For an auction house." Belladonna sighed, looking away. "It's... not a big deal, though. I'm just lucky. Filled a niche before too many people noticed it."
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"wist how dare you play with my heartstrings like that" ~ winter "wist is in every rp" ~ley “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :slight_smile: <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
"Absolutely. Welcome to the Grand Sandcastle Project #19! Nickname pending." Purva beamed and waved the newcomer over to the blueprints. "We'll need a lot of wet sand. I brought some buckets to help shape the larger towers, but we'll be adding other details by hand. Anyways. Would you like to go on a wet sand supply run with me?" Purva picked up two large buckets.
Belladonna scrambled back, eyes wide. “By the gods…”
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"wist how dare you play with my heartstrings like that" ~ winter "wist is in every rp" ~ley “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :slight_smile: <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
Isabella gasped, mesmerized. So this Gen Alpha slang lady could turn her hands into water! How intriguing. Isabella filled up a bucket with sand and handed it to her. "What did you say your name was again?"
“Seems… fitting.” She wasn’t sure how someone could have a handle on showers. Since rain was entirely dictated by nature, but it was an enjoyable thought. Perhaps she could control rain, therefore having a perfect handle over it.
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"wist how dare you play with my heartstrings like that" ~ winter "wist is in every rp" ~ley “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :slight_smile: <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
Izabella took a second to realize why she chose that name. The pigtails lady was right, it was a fitting name for her power. This was probably the most interesting person she had met in her life.
“And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed. 'Think of me with my nose in a book!” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell