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[August 24, 12:00 pm, castle grounds.
A few easels stand outside on the grass, arranged in a sort of loose, wide triangle, with a table and some chairs set up in the middle. Phoenix is bustling about, making sure each easel is supplied with some basic paint colors--assuming people can wish for other colors or media if they so choose--and leaving some blank paper for either drawing or writing at each of the places at the table.
True to his word, he's prepared (only a few minutes late) for the group art session he'd advertised via journal earlier in the month. Come and join him with any kind of art!]
A few easels stand outside on the grass, arranged in a sort of loose, wide triangle, with a table and some chairs set up in the middle. Phoenix is bustling about, making sure each easel is supplied with some basic paint colors--assuming people can wish for other colors or media if they so choose--and leaving some blank paper for either drawing or writing at each of the places at the table.
True to his word, he's prepared (only a few minutes late) for the group art session he'd advertised via journal earlier in the month. Come and join him with any kind of art!]
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...No.
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no subject
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Just wait til we're alone.
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no subject
[And that's all he seems to have to say as he once again gets back to his painting.]