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[beneath-a-rose.livejournal.com]

[in the garden, sitting before a canvas on which she's already transferred one of her drawings. Right now, Naminé is mixing up paints on her palette, rinsing out the brush in a cup on the easel.]

Comments

[thundery.livejournal.com]

[this guy's coming up and staring at your art, m'dear.]

Having fun?

[beneath-a-rose.livejournal.com]

[a little bit startled, but not because of recognition; there is no Larxene in her world as far as she knows. Glances up from trying to get a particular shade of green for the soon-to-be sunflower.]

Um, yes.

[thundery.livejournal.com]

Ooh, good for you.

[steps closer, peering at the canvas.]

What are you painting, anyway?

[beneath-a-rose.livejournal.com]

[Larxene might be able to see the lines faintly traced in pencil.]

A sunflower.