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There were a couple more passing moments of the uncomfortable stare down from a distance. Kaitriona was never great at formal icebreakers, or making a cordial introduction of herself or a topic. It always came out slightly apprehensive, a little standoffish. Apache Outlaw could make a better introduction than she could, as her equine companion looked as if he was well aware of the full effect of the scenery: letting the tassels of his mane seductively pick up in the breeze, trotting around gallantly in the sand (but having trouble finding a fluid, graceful way to do so to look good amid the shoreline). The scene and the equine's effort was almost comical to Kaitriona in the passing moment, but now the dark, distance female was moving forward. Toward her now.
With her came the canvas. Kaitriona naturally grew tense and oversensitive of herself, but not moving from her place in the sand. It was too comfortable, and besides, if anything was to go wrong, her icy sapphire eyes were narrowed into daggers at the moment, a silent warning for this female to not do anything out of the ordinary to surprise her. It wasn't like she was a threat anyway, as she came over to show her example of her artistic work. It was largely unfinished yet, but for the few bleeding colors there were, the woman was pretty accurate in finding the right tones of strokes, color depth, and detail. Kaitriona leaned forward a little more to get a better look, her gaze exchanging between the canvas and the woman. "Not bad. The horizon looks dimensional, almost." Kaitriona tilted her head to the side, studying it more in its detail. "How long have you painted for?" This woman's work was really fascinating at how incomplete and simple it was to be yet.
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