People watching had it's ups and down, but in this city it seemed to be in a constant downward spiral as far as finding any inspiration went for the young artist. People came and went, new ones arrived in their stead and those whom he had found interesting eventually took their leave as well before he was able to so much as draw a portrait, it was devastating to his creative flow. The constant change in location had also failed to provide him with anything or anyone suitable. In fact, coming to sit at Hive Academy had been a last ditch effort and the uninterested look on his face with creased brows, chin in hand as he slowly makes his way around the campus shows for it. With nothing but a pencil and sketchbook in his hands does he continue on his lonesome journey of finding a constant subject. As fortune would have it, as he passes the gymnasium does he hear the familiar faint sound of a sword being whipped in the air. And so he takes that moment to take a look at who might be practicing.
And when he does, eyebrows raise and mouth opens agape at the sight before him. A girl that was a few years his senior practiced fervently with the sword. Shoulder length black hair, blue eyes filled with determination with every swing that she made, lithe in appearance, but not so much that she would considered dainty or powerless by any means. It's in that moment that he decides for himself that whatever it took, he would have her for his artistic inspiration. However many hoops he would have to jump from would be well worth it if it meant that she would be his muse.
"Excuse me!" He exclaims, walking through the door now approaching her. "Have you any interest in becoming a model?" When he's finally within distance does he reach forward for her hand, taking into his own as he held his sketchbook and pencil in the other. "I would have you be my muse if so, you've captivated me to such an extent that I simply cannot walk away."
