[ oh, how disappointing. She was hoping they were something more then just that. Still, she stares at the page, fingers rolling the chalk in between her fingers. Where to start, where to end? She always did do her best work when she neglected to think. ]
Then what do you do with the old? Rip it to shreds?
[ Striking out bold, she sweeps the pastel clear across the page. Wasteful, but it certainly makes her hum with approval as she watches the thick line appear. yes, much better indeed. ]