an artistic soirée | ch.2 open
All of Fantasma’s thoughts about the previous day were completely derailed by the parts of the ship that Dot had revealed. When boarding the ship she had had high hopes for the Endless Expanse, but she never would have guessed that such an impressive gallery had been below them all this time. She’d set to work almost immediately, setting a tarp on the floor for safety and pulling one of the easels into the middle of the gallery, facing the artworks already on display. After retrieving a small palette of paints and brushes, she began without hesitation.
"Hmmhmmhmm~” Fantasma hummed, her brush moving in a swift, bold line across her canvas. She glanced at her painting, back at the gallery, and back to the canvas again -- she made another stroke in an attempt to correct the first one. As she examined her work her eyes narrowed, and her hum slowed to a stop. When she looked up at the gallery again there was a new figure in her view.
“Hello!” she called out, her expression brightening immediately as she raised her paintbrush in greeting. She moved her other hand in an arc around her easel. “Did you come to paint too? It is good for the heart!”
