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"I'm alright, Claud." Her mouth moved far faster than her mind, and Ingrid spoke the second she spotted the dragon approaching. She straightened her stand with the help of the wall and took to leaning a shoulder against it; All the while trying to minimize any expression of pain. This happened...

Some more there....A bit more here...Ingrid's hand curled into a fist in irritation. She had done just fine on the first one, so why was she struggling to replicate it now? Maybe she was starting from the wrong angle. In an attempt to better her efforts, Ingrid stretched up to try and reach...

The approval seemed to dismiss her earlier criticalness somewhat, leaving the woman with a look of satisfaction. Not pride, but, close. 'As long as he likes them', her mind rationalized, 'they're good enough.' Ingrid picked up the new picture in question and looked it over, smoothing out a few...

Ingrid's chalk ground to a halt, the tip pressing to the wall as the woman experienced a moment of blankness. What she was doing began to register was that the drawing was...Okay. It wasn't awful, by any means, and she had never been one to strive for perfection, but the idea of not being able...

Ingrid turned on a heel and stepped closer to the picture, leaning over it to pinpoint just where he was pointing. The small bunches? Ingrid squinted and chewed the inside of her cheek, slowly nodding to both herself and her company in hesitant agreement. It wasn't the focal point of the image...

It required two glances at the yellow chalk for her to realize it was being held out to her, with Ingrid swiping it once it clicked in her mind and rolling it between her fingers in an examination. Yellow? Did he want the sun? She was surprised he would even have an idea of what that was; Even...

Totally fair dude; I'm back from a long hiatus so I feel the pain

"Huh. Interesting." Yes, Ingrid had long since put aside her theories and speculations on what Claudius was due to there being too much to process or even understand to begin with, but that didn't mean she ever stopped wondering. Her brief look into nature to find the flower pictures had led to...

Pointedly clearing her throat, she was more than welcome to change the subject. Ingrid wiped her face with a sleeve (the one that was the unfortunate victim to pink coloring no less, leaving some faded smudges across her cheek) and stood up to see what Claudius was up to now. Blue line from the...

Rad- If you need help with anything I'd be happy to help out!

Ingrid was content to remain silent for a few moments. In an almost instinctive motion, her head tilted to one side to lightly rest on Claudius's muzzle for a quick reciprocation. She couldn't purr, or make any sort of sound to vocalize how she felt, so she hoped the gesture would be enough. It...

Bag...Chalk......Payment. This was payment for the art supplies she was giving. Had it been anyone else, she would have reacted with a 'Is this it?' and maybe swindled for more, as distasteful as it would have been. Of course, that was far from what happened; Ingrid spared the bag another...

No worries! And yeah I'm still interested, for sure!

A bag? Ingrid's look of confusion didn't cease but certainly lost its intensity. She could have figured he would do some material collecting of his own given how he was him. To have an entire bag full, though? Unless it was a magnitude of crayons found laying in sewer drains, she was sceptical...

Once Claudius had taken the chalk from her, Ingrid pushed herself onto her feet to walk beside him as he hobbled. She wouldn't be able to do much in the event he did topple over, but the sentiment remained the same. That, and she wanted to make sure it didn't crumble to dust before they managed...

If this is still available, I'd love to take part! Could I take Zenithar as a divine, please? I'm a big fan of the Elder scrolls games, and although I haven't played Oblivion or Morrowind for a loooong time, I've got a basic know-how of Skyrim.

The chalk piece's great escape was cut short not soon after it began, as Ingrid scooped it up and took to rolling it between her fingers. Having it in hand gave her a sense of scale; They were the biggest she could find, and yet the chalk was no bigger than three pencils bound together. "I got...

Ingrid pulled out a few cardboard packets and looked about ready to go on a spiel about /those/ too, until she paused to study Claudius's reaction. It wasn't too hard to gauge what he was thinking; He was clearly enamoured with the photos he was presented with, and it made her feel...Something...

Ingrid stepped down into the room with an exaggerated slump, wasting no time in setting the bag down and leaning back to stretch. Jeez, it wasn't even that heavy, was she that weak-bodied? Sure, she was on the thinner side, and not the most active, but a bag of arts and crafts shouldn't render...

His curiosity towards the bag didn't go unnoticed, and Ingrid shifted the shoulder that was suffering the most of the weight with a dry huff of laughter. The sooner she got the bag set down and gave her back a well-needed stretch, the better. It seemed Claudius had the same idea, likely for...