indy had pined over pictures of it online, but seeing the aurora borealis in person was entirely different. the lights, the colors, everything about it was so beautiful, and indy felt overwhelmed with inspiration for the first time in a long time. deciding that she couldn’t possibly let it pass her by, she moved her paints and easel outside, letting her hands try to recreate the phenomena she was experiencing. she knew she’d never do it any justice, but she had to at least try. so immersed in her work, the entire world seemed to pass her by, until, of course, something, someone, caught her attention, forcing her to look up from her work and paint-smeared hands.











