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Who: Zarita and Open
What: painting in the park
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: Central Park
Rating: TBD

It was cold, no doubt about that, but Zarita was not one to stay inside. She dressed warmly, for she was still a bit uncomfortable with the weather in New York. She had been there for a few years now, but she had lived in warm climates long enough to make it difficult to adjust easily. She wore relatively tight, but still warm, black pants which tucked neatly inside her rabbit fur lined black boots. She wore a mist grey sweater and a rabbit fur scarf draped around her neck for warmth. She also wore a long black cashmere coat for the extra bit of warmth, but she still felt a bit of chill. She had come out to paint, and to the outside eye, she was woefully unprepared for any painting at all; however, all she needed was her purse.

Her purse, while mostly empty, was all Zarita needed for any occasion. She wandered around the park for a while, searching for inspiration, which she finally found on the outskirts of the ice skating rink. She stayed in the shadows while she prepared. She set her empty bag on the ground and reached inside it. As she did so, she envisioned her flat, opening a portal to it. When she pulled her hands back through, she had an easel in her hands. She set the easel up then went back to her bag to pull a small canvas out. She set the canvas on the easel then returned to the bag. She concentrated again, this time focusing on the art supplies area at her school. She then pulled from her bag a few small containers of paint, as well as a pallet and a variety of brushes.

She lifted her purse and set it closer to where she had set everything else up. She watched the children and couples as they skated around. It was such a care-free atmosphere. Nothing like she usually had to go through on a daily basis. It gave her a slight sense of calm. This was the reason she chose to paint this scene, but she was still very cold. That being the case, she went ahead and started painting.