location: gardens of the red keep, somewhere secluded for: sybell & annaya (@fateofcrvwns)
each brushstroke is sure and unwavering in its placement, a testament to the artist who wields the brush. pigments melt together, lines warping and shaping. this is the beauty of art, sybell thinks to herself. it is a reflection of possibility. four dragons take flight through a wavering sky of dawn, pink-flushed underbellies exposed to the eye. it is a tender thing. whether or not it is beautiful is not the question. it is a provocation as much as it is meant to soften a heart. her eyes glide over the top of her easel. “i’ve done it this time, sister.” as loathe as she is to break the steady silence, she knows it is time. annaya stands across from her, a twin canvas with its back turned towards sybell. the mystery was something she had insisted on. “i think you’ll be quite pleased with it. are you ready to show me your own?”
