[She can't stop a small shake of laughter as Lup taps against her.]
Well, I don't think I have it in my heart to deny you, if that's what you want.
[Gosh, she wish she hadn't said that. But thankfully, there's time for distraction as she stands in front of the closet, thinking for a few moments before opening it up and starting to drag items out onto the bed. There's a new canvas, a folding easel, a tray for bits of paint, a caddy with a few basic colors, and three different weight paintbrushes. In addition, there's two pencils and a thick eraser for sketch lines. She stares at all of it a moment, then turns back to the closet and pulls out a canvas bag that it all gets dumped into so she can carry it over her shoulder.]
Honestly, I find myself wondering exactly how this place can create at such a rapid pace. At first I thought it was illusory, but they absolutely seem to be as tangible as the structure around us. If this is illusion magic, it's at a power that shouldn't even be possible, let alone sustainable. But I still find myself thinking anything I pull from these will disappear if I turn my back for too long.
[It's a little embarrassing, to be so caught with her internal monologues forced forward, but at least Lup doesn't seem to mind-- or at least, she'd likely hear it if she did. She moves back towards the door, assuming Lup is following close as they head outside.]
Have you been to the gardens yet? They seem incredibly well maintained, considering there doesn't appear to be a groundskeeper to speak of.
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Well, I don't think I have it in my heart to deny you, if that's what you want.
[Gosh, she wish she hadn't said that. But thankfully, there's time for distraction as she stands in front of the closet, thinking for a few moments before opening it up and starting to drag items out onto the bed. There's a new canvas, a folding easel, a tray for bits of paint, a caddy with a few basic colors, and three different weight paintbrushes. In addition, there's two pencils and a thick eraser for sketch lines. She stares at all of it a moment, then turns back to the closet and pulls out a canvas bag that it all gets dumped into so she can carry it over her shoulder.]
Honestly, I find myself wondering exactly how this place can create at such a rapid pace. At first I thought it was illusory, but they absolutely seem to be as tangible as the structure around us. If this is illusion magic, it's at a power that shouldn't even be possible, let alone sustainable. But I still find myself thinking anything I pull from these will disappear if I turn my back for too long.
[It's a little embarrassing, to be so caught with her internal monologues forced forward, but at least Lup doesn't seem to mind-- or at least, she'd likely hear it if she did. She moves back towards the door, assuming Lup is following close as they head outside.]
Have you been to the gardens yet? They seem incredibly well maintained, considering there doesn't appear to be a groundskeeper to speak of.