02-05-2020, 10:37 PM
Vala frowns. Was it normal for their innards to look like this? Matyas might know. The man knew so many disparate, unconnected tidbits of information. They weren't much use in everyday living, but if she asked the right question he would happily begin putting them on display.
An idea springs to mind. Out of her knapsack she withdraws a small roll of blank canvas, a brush and colored vials, left over from when Andrea was dabbling in oil painting. To her disappointment all the vials have long since dried up. Quickly improvising, she dips the brush in the creature's innards and tries to use the liquid to create a rendition of its former owner:
It's not much, but it'll be something to show and have a laugh about when she meets back up with Andrea. And Matyas, fate willing.
An idea springs to mind. Out of her knapsack she withdraws a small roll of blank canvas, a brush and colored vials, left over from when Andrea was dabbling in oil painting. To her disappointment all the vials have long since dried up. Quickly improvising, she dips the brush in the creature's innards and tries to use the liquid to create a rendition of its former owner: