Artist in the Making? [OPEN]

[Anabel]

Moirai frowned as she stared at her sketchpad. More specifically, at the drawing she had just done. She couldn't put her finger on it, but there was something wrong about it. Her artist's intuition told her as such. But still, if she couldn't put her finger on it, why was she worrying about it. The girl glanced up at the pokemon in front of her, whom had just shifted a little, and her frown deepened. "Hey hey, you volunteered for this, right Honey? You gotta stay where you are otherwise I'm gonna mess up," Moirai informed the impetuous Teddiursa, whom was not too pleased to hear that but nodded her head and laid right back down. That was a lot better. Now then...where should she go from here? The picture was very nearly done, and it might as well be done, but something was still bugging her.

Ah...it was the light in her Teddiursa's eyes. The little twinkle. She ALWAYS had trouble with the eyes. Especially when they were a little closed like they were. It was relatively easy to draw a sleep Teddiursa on a bench, but the same didn't hold true for eyes. The young girl sitting in the grass of the park looked up to her pokemon every now and then, sketching when she wasn't examining her pokemon closely, and within just a few minutes, she finally finished the picture she had spent the entire day working on. "Done!" she declared, grinning as she took her pencil away from the sketchbook and glanced to her pokemon.

"Ursa?" Honey questioned as she sat up, letting out a yawn. It seemed that posing like that had actually made her sleepy. With a giggle, Moirai stood up and took a seat on the bench herself, sketchbook in hand, and with her free hand she patted her open lap. With a smile, the little bear crawled over and took a seat in Moirai's lap, examining the drawing. "Well? Pretty good, huh?" the girl asked of her pokemon.

[laurence]

Some say that curiosity is a terrible thing. Laurence has always believed otherwise.

It is curiosity that draws him from his careful study of the diagram before him - a painstakingly rendered drawing of the anatomy of a Tentacruel, curiosity regarding the voice of a girl that cries out a single word with such exuberant joy - 'Done!' And what has she done that's got her so very excited?

Excitement - Laurence isn't particularly prone to bouts of it, himself, not in so many words. Mania, maybe, and he supposes that that's a manner of excitement in its own rights, but there's wonder in her tone as well, wonder and pride. He remembers a time when each new discovery used to bring him a simliar joy. In his youth, when things were simpler, back when Snowpoint was still home and his bedroom doubled as his makeshift laboratory, constantly filled with books and the inane chittering of little girls - his sister's all. Now his laboratories ranged from grand spaces to drab little basements, shabby but well-hidden, which was all that mattered in the end. Working conditions weren't always ideal in the more cramped locales, but they provided a necessary element, an element that he had lacked all those years ago - solitude. But now and again he wished for some break in the monotony of it all. Returning home was no longer an option, so he made do with watching the world on occasion.

The girl appears to be drawing and, judging by the sound of her triumph, she's had along battle with her materials to accomplish whatever it is that she's accomplished.

Something about the way she smiles as she shares the drawing with her Teddiursa cradled in her lap reminds Laurence of his one of his sisters. Lilia, the youngest. It's a link best left alone, but curiosity has always been his greatest weakness, and he finds himself folding the diagram he'd been studying, and tucking it back into his book, sliding the book back into his briefcase.

"Well? Pretty good, huh?"

What is it about her that brings Lilia to mind? Certainly not her features. The two couldn't look any less alike. Something about her bearing then...

Laurence flashes Moirai a smile as he approaches her bench, intent on putting a name to the feeling of recognitio. "I couldn't help but overhear, might I take a look?" But he's already moving around to the side to get a better look at her sketchbook, already taking note of the lines, their shapes, their thickness, their inconsistencies. "The anatomy is a little off here." He reaches down to trace the drawing, running his index finger from the underside of the left arm to the point just above where the hip joins with the left leg. "It should be a hair shorter with a bit more of a rounded curve. It's difficult to capture the exact shape of the curve when the subject is lying down."

[Anabel]

Her Teddiursa sure seems to enjoy the drawing, based on the way she was closely examining it. It brought a smile to her face, watching her pokemon carefully go over her drawing like that. They were the only ones she would trust, too, with going over her drawings, because she was a little embarrassed and kind of shy of showing it to other people. And her pokemon DID tell her when things were absolutely terrible. But most of the time she at least did a decent job. Even if it had been just a little bit difficult to draw her Honey this time around.

"Teddi, Teddi Teddi Ursa." was the astute observation her pokemon had to give. Moirai frowned as her pokemon spoke, though.

"We've gone over this before. I cannot understand you. Wish I could. A translator like thing would be pretty cool to have," she sighed, scratching her Teddiursa's ear as she went back to the drawing. Moirai, meanwhile, let her gaze turn skyward, and inevitably her thoughts went to Moros. Where in the world could he be? All she knew was that he was here, somewhere, in Hoenn. The only question to answer then was his location in Hoenn. And that was not easy to answer at all, considering how big the place was. Plus, Moros was with Lux, and from what she knew, Hoenn was dominated by Nox right then. Asking about a Lux officer, especially one in Cipher, was probably not the smartest of moves. But darnit, that did NOT mean she was just going to give up and try to find him by herself. No, she would ask people if she darn well felt like it, no stinkin' Nox were going to stop her from finding Moros. And no stinkin' Lux were going to stop her from convincing him to come back home and try to work out the problems.

Because while he was here in Hoenn working with Cipher and Lux, things back home were still bad. Whatever he and Cipher were trying to do would take too long to help the people. He had to realize that, right? Well, if he didn't, she would convince him that was how it was. That the situation at home was bad and efforts had to be focused there and oh god!

Someone seemed to have snuck up on her. Or rather, she had just been not paying attention and she decided he had snuck up on her. "H-Huh?" he was giving her advice on drawing, and based on the way that her Teddiursa was nodding her head, Honey agreed with him, causing her to flush a bit and instinctively draw the drawing a bit closer to herself. "W-Well, how would you know? Y-You an artist or something?" crap she was stuttering. What did people do to cover up stuttering? Uh, uh...double crap. She had nothing.