[ Athelstan doesn't stay inside the housing too often when he's not working. The work as a farmhand is good but he often finds himself in the park with his journal. There were many new art supplies in this place he's found but he's taken to simple pens and pencils, at least less cumbersome to travel along with and write and draw with. The different paints and colors that are available always catch his eyes. He hasn't indulged, it seemed frivolous since there were not really any illuminations to do here.
So, this day he's in the park, sitting under a tree, the weather good enough in his mind for some time sketching.
The sketch he is currently working on is one of Gyda. He's still so happy to see her alive and well, thriving here. It feels hard to explain and perhaps it is a bit unnatural but it did not feel wrong to him.
So there is where he was when he saw a dog. He tilted his head at the animal a small smile on his lips. ]
Hello there.
[ He greets the dog, setting his pencil down. he's noticed that there are animals that seem to roam of their own accord here, some nicer than others. ]
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So, this day he's in the park, sitting under a tree, the weather good enough in his mind for some time sketching.
The sketch he is currently working on is one of Gyda. He's still so happy to see her alive and well, thriving here. It feels hard to explain and perhaps it is a bit unnatural but it did not feel wrong to him.
So there is where he was when he saw a dog. He tilted his head at the animal a small smile on his lips. ]
Hello there.
[ He greets the dog, setting his pencil down. he's noticed that there are animals that seem to roam of their own accord here, some nicer than others. ]