WC:: 442, 3 pts - I can't get 'Soft Kitty' out of my head after writing this XD
Nier sent Coli a soft smile, trying and failing to dismiss her compliments on his artwork. He really was very proud of his talent, but he was unused to people talking about it. Her words on the seasonality of plants went straight to his head and a thought started to form; he knew Coli spent most of her time in the garden, she adored her plants and she liked his artwork. He knew that the one he had been working on was only a charcoal sketch and lacked the beauty that colour could give, he also knew that Grace had been working on some new colour dyes. He thought he could beg some dyes and inks off of his lady love and maybe sketch and ink up some pretty flower sketches for Coli, maybe it would help her to continue smiling. He wouldn't tell her of his plan, not wanting to get her hopes up as Grace might not be willing to part with her inks, but he stored the idea away safely before turning back to his cat.
Nier nodded at Coli's slow sentence, "I suppose so." He said, just as slowly. He glanced at her as she edged closer, her shy personality shining through her actions, he hummed as she asked about whether they should move Ciaran or not, he honestly had no idea about what to do. This was the first time he and Ciaran had encountered the plant, he had also not found any information about it in the limited books on cats he had read. Another glance over at Coli, to see if she had any ideas about what to do he saw a sideways smile, almost a smirk, an expression that looked foreign on the earthen hued womans muzzle. Nier eyed her warily, slightly scared for a moment before she aired her devious idea. The black and tan wolf chuckled devilishly and nodded, "Brilliant idea Coli." He quietly moved over to retrieve his journal and charcoal, stooping to pick them up and then returning to her side, flicking over to a new page.
His fingers held the charcoal with an expert grip, the brittle, burnt wood balanced neatly between his index finger and thumb, his grip not strong enough to snap the twig, but not light enough that it slopped around. The sketch formed quickly, the basic shape of Ciarans curved body taking form on the page, the details fleshing out the picture a little more, his hands moving swiftly and precisely over the page. He tilted the page towards Colibri, raising his eyebrows as he revealed the sketch, a sideways smile slipping onto his muzzle as well.
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