Re: Face Painting/ Caricatures: Dean and Pandora
She kept her eyes somewhat downcast, though she subtly studied him. He was the artist from that museum, she thought, and barely suppressed a shudder at the thought. She hadn't been triggered so hard in public in so long, and the memory still embarrassed her.
Dora gave him a careful smile, not wanting to disturb his painting of her face. "No, you're fine. Talk is better than too much time with my thoughts," she said. "So it's easier. I just didn't want to disturb your painting." Her nose twitched faintly as something tickled faintly, and she forced it still. "I'm here with a group. I probably wouldn't have come if I hadn't come with them," she said. "It's my first year attending this thing."