Calria stares at her sketchbook for several long moments. Her brows were knit as she regarded some of the loose work. Long strokes of graphite marked their territory across the parchment, several of them digging so hard into the paper they’d left dents. She’d drawn with determination and such focus she swore it would have resulted with at least one piece she’d like. But they were all the same. The Sindorei leans back in the seat in her apartment and lets out a aggravated sigh. She’d promptly kicked off her boots and opened up the windows the moment she’d returned from the Owl’s poetry night. As inspiring as it was, it’d been crowded and hot. Calria eases back in her chair, heels planted on the edge of her desk. Half-haphazardly the woman thumbs through the pages of her book. She pauses at the most recent portrait and moves the sketchbook against her knees with a soft thud. The Sindorei stares at the page with her singular gold eye, expression impartial. Her gaze sweeps over the drawing for several moments before she grips the edge of the sketchbook and tosses it up on the table. With a soft grunt of frustration, Calria rights her chair and stands, moving across the room to prepare for bed. The portrait trapped within the confines of the page regarded the Sindorei with soft smile and an absent gaze.
[[ Quick sketch I did during the Howling Owl poetry night! Drawn of @gloamingdawn ]]