Private Tales Weathering A Quiet Storm

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
"That is a unique and interesting skill," she said softly after a comfortable silence. "I can see how it would add a new dimension to the work. Most artists that I've known-" not very many "-are always trying to capture emotion in their work. It must be delightful to be able to evoke actual emotion, to invest some part of yourself into your creation."

She drew her legs up into the chair awkwardly, tucking them under her and shifting down into her seat. "I am more of a bean counter than even a healer," she said. She shook her head slowly. "I do not even know what use the skill would be to me. It's not useful for business."

Except everything didn't have to be for business, even though instinct told her it should be. Life couldn't always be about money and influence. She wanted the skill to help others avoid her own troubles. As if mere magic could have fixed any of it.

"You will be world renowned, one day," she said quietly.
 
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