((OOC: Location is the train, time unknown but later in the day.))
Trains were, as Will had learned today, a little claustrophobic and intensely hot from the packing of bodies in a narrow space. Its aisle was a shifting kaleidoscope of variously shaped travelers getting on and off at each stop. He had been mesmerized by the novel bustle of life during the initial stages of the journey before settling into the experience close to Summerbridge and getting to work.
It was fortunate that notebooks were light and easy to transport. Anything larger would surely have been unwieldy on a train and earned irritated glances from fellow passengers. As it was few seemed to have noticed a small boy in colorful clothing sitting stationary for stop after stop. Even his peering up at people with keen green eyes between pencil strokes had only roused a few curious glances. Will was exceptionally good at not being noticed. Which was excellent for him, as he had become quite fond of people-watching and the subsequent sketching of strangers since coming to Preya. He no longer was forced to conjure faces from his own dreamscape.