When she'd brought the easel out, Bryony had been fairly certain what she wanted to do - now, her thoughts were jumbling over one another and she didn't know where to begin untangling them. Maybe she shouldn't have stopped to talk. Braith had warned her about that, letting other people have too much influence over her work. It wasn't something Bryony had ever had to worry about before - she'd always worked in private, and only shared finished pieces - and then mostly with Marcus. Now that she had actual artists to talk to, she needed to work out how to take advice and ideas without letting it all overwhelm her. "I'll think of something," she said, deciding to put the question aside for now. "Most of the background is going to be sort of... yellowy gold and white, so I can still sketch on top of it if I have to."
She frowned down at the dark paints she wasn't now likely to use. Logically, she knew it was just a mistake of trial and error, that no one would blame her for the 'wasted' materials. Emotionally she still felt bad, like someone else would have done it more perfectly, would have deserved it more. With a slight sigh, she looked up. "Sorry. I didn't mean to distract you from your own ideas."