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A pleasant day found Aoves out, enjoying her own company as she continued her travels. The tranquil tune of a hummed lullaby thrummed in the depths of her throat, the muffled sound accompanied by a tap or two against her thigh. Luckily she wasn't too engrossed in her song, or she may have completely missed the artist in the distance. The melody still floated from her vocal chords, but she changed her direction, angling over to say hello.
As she drew nearer she quieted, the forms became clearer, an observing glance flitted over to a massice feline, more interested in its colorful beauty - not so much perturbed by its presence. Her tail waved amicably behind her as she approached, the silken cascade of hair billowing with each subtle flick of the dark plume. The quieted poise of her steps hadn't been meant to startle the girl, and were kept soft so that they would not to disturb her. Though distance kept her eyes from gleaning the details of the piece, she could still catch clear sight of the colors and strokes of angst, and knew that it would be even more intriguing up close.
The mutt kept a respectful distance of a few feet away, her right arm descending to fold at her side, the limb coiling casually around the sleek curvature of her waist. The other arm was then propped atop the resting one, and the spindles of ebony fingers rose to rest gently at her chin, her jaw thoughtfully tapped by a single claw. "Your brush is very well used, dear artist, but what dark thoughts make your stokes so raw, hm?" The woman's exotic purr was kept low, her question quiet enough to simply be a rhetorical musing. She would then return to silence immediately after speaking - talent required concentration after all, a methodology she could respect. She was still quite curious regarding the heart of such a piece, and her eyes would flick occasionally from artist to canvas, pondering both.
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