Arrianna

Isledis woke slowly in the morning and stumbling out of bed, and over Tepes, splashed some water on her face. A bit or two of one of the least bruised apples after cleaning them off the floor at the foot of the stairs and she was ready to go. Holding her brushes in one hand Isledis looked at the primed canvas.

"One pink and blue sunset with lighthouse comming up," Isledis muttered and layed out the colors on her palete.

A few hours later the sunset had turned red and had a moon dripping blood.

"Augh! I give up!"

Iseldis layed out a different set of colors and kept painting. Slowly a rough picture of Adel imprinted itself where the lighthouse had been. The sky had turned from a sunset to a dark glowing radiance around the dripping moon. She stepped back and looked at her work. "...forget me."

Isledis sighed and setting the paints away she opened the door from her second floor studio to the porch that lead to her backyard in the foothills. "Maybe some fresh air will help."

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