Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20170301101118/@comment-26571677-20170304075223

Hazel nodded, appreciating the gesture of normalcy. To be perfectly honest, she'd expected, and had prepared, for a full blown attack after she'd shown Nacoma the file. It was relieving to see that some people still held an impulsive mind. Though Nacoma hardly seemed perfect, she was at least a rational human being. A surprisingly rare sight in these times.

"Well, yes and no. Most of them are my works, but I take students, and they sometimes create little gems even I hadn't expected. Like that one, over there."

She pointed to a painting of a sunset over a cliff, two people sitting on a bench at an edge, their shadows stretching out, and.

"So creative, but so well painted. Deaf and decisive in the strokes of her brush, but also unbashful, and precise. I am quite proud of her, in all honesty."

Hazel sighed, just staring at it for a few moments, ash raining onto the glass table she sat by from her cigarette. It was as if she herself was in that place, lost among the brilliance of red, and the warm orange tones of a sun going to sleep.

"Alas, that's all the time I have for normalcy, so back to what Rowtag wanted to hire me for. To this moment, I still don't have a true idea of what he wants me to do. Though there is an inkling inside me of what his plans are, I'd like to hear it from the man himself. So I'd like to get moving please, do I need to provide transportation?"

She looked at Nacoma, eyes staring into her, and grinned, her first sign of emotion since she'd met her.

"This might be a little interesting, after all.