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Bryony Capper ([info]goodlight) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-25 14:35:00
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Quiet Afternoon
Who: Bryony and OPEN
What: A quiet afternoon sketching
Where: Finnigan's
When: Thursday afternoon
Rating: SFW

Bryony had quickly figured out that she much preferred Finnigan's in the late afternoon to the evening. Evenings were so busy, with so many people and so much noise that Bryony always felt out of place, as if she were taking up a seat or a table that could be better used by someone else. In the afternoons, after the lunch crowd had left but before most people were out of work it was much more suited to her needs. There were still people, Finnigan's was rarely completely empty, but far fewer of them and they tended not to bother Bryony so much. So, after she'd made sure Braith and the other artists had everything they were likely to need for the day, Bryony had slipped away to work on her sketches.

Honestly, she still preferred landscapes, but she'd allowed that preference to direct her for too long and her portraits still suffered by comparison. She got herself a pumpkin juice and set up her sketchbook and pencils on a table by the window. Light streamed in from behind her, falling full on the white page, making it almost glow. Pencil in hand, Bryony looked around for a suitable sketch subject.


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