Eventually she had reached the end of the notebook, and felt a bit disappointed. She would very much like to see more drawings by the red and white artist, but she still savored the images of the art he had to show her in her mind. They were amazing to her, and she was a tad bit jealous of Edgar's artistic abilities which she lacked.
Vladislava gave the notepad back to the male Luperci, her smile still in place, and watched as he scribbled down a few words. After reading them, she felt an odd feeling bubble up inside her—it was a mixture of gratitude and some form of surprise that he would actually draw something for her, and she quickly nodded her head. She took the pencil and wrote out some words underneath the boy's, and upon comparing the two, she could tell that even though she wasn't good at art, she certainly had better penmanship than he. Yes, they are beautiful. And that would be amazing, it read, I would greatly enjoy a drawing from you. Thank you for the offer. She then held out the note for Edgar, green eyes tender under her lashes. That weird feeling she had felt also brought a strange flush to her cheeks, perhaps out of embarrassment, but she couldn't explain why that was so.
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