#clairvotus

@clairvotus

Something had felt off the past few days.  Narae’s hands flew with sketches of lotus blossoms and black ink that stained against the textured paper.  Black smudges remained stained against the tips of her fingers over the past week, blending the shadows and light variations, the details coming into her mind as clear as if she were looking at the picture completed.  When detail came this clearly, it usually meant one of her intuitions would ignite, or a meeting of someone she’d come entwined with.

Narae looked up from the paper she had been sketching on, the one pencil she had brought with her remained in her bag, the paper only met with her eyes skimming over the image of the Lotus.