Elena Michaels & Ichabod Crane
Elena would be lying if she said she was not a tad nervous about this whole experience. After all, her only Art show back home she had not made it to and being here today held a rather intimidating note for the blond. Yes, it was a tad amusing considering how powerful Elena was physically, both in and out of wolf form, but sometimes mental demons were the worst of all. She'd dealt with both on a daily basis, but being in Madison Valley had helped to soothe some of them.
Hearing footsteps, the blond looked up and offered a small smile to her first visitor. She recognized the man as Ichabod Crane and figured someone with a lot of years-particularly centuries-under his belt would probably know a lot about artwork. She was interested to see what he would say about photography though. It was another nerve-wracking experience watching him study a few pieces, but then he nodded and offered a compliment. Elena's smile brightened and she felt just a bit better about her work. "Thank you. That means a lot. I wasn't sure how you would feel on photography," she added.