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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bryony glanced up from her paints, half-turning so she could see Dean before she answered him. "I wish it did have a head, actually," she admitted. "I wanted to put the hood up." She could always put that part in later - it would probably be better if she could get a real person (or herself) to model the cloak when she got to that bit anyway. Already, there was the sketched outline of a figure penciled onto the canvas, just the loosest idea that there would be a person. In her heart, Bryony knew it was going to be a self-portrait, but the idea of sketching before a mirror was enough to turn her off the idea of starting with that. "Is it yours?" she asked, hoping he didn't mind she was using it.

"Did you need me for anything?" she added, since she wasn't sure what had brought Dean out into the corridor. Even though she'd only just settled herself to work, she'd have been willing to stop and help out. As apprentice, she considered that her proper role - although she also got the impression everyone but Cadmus would have preferred to wait than interrupt her.