Iris found a comfortable spot on a bench not too far from the doors of the academy. Today she was wearing more casual attire rather than her usual armor. She was wearing a plain, long-sleeved, knee-length lavender dress with white leggings and brown, leather ankle boots. She had a leather messenger bag holding her art materials as well.
She got her sketchbook out of the bag and opened it to a new blank page. Next, she got out her favorite sparkly mechanical pencil and began her work. Today she was practicing by drawing the weapons of people that passed by. To Iris, doing studies like this was refreshing. There was something soothing about being able to focus her mind on drawing what she saw, and keeping it loose so as to be able to get the form down while people were in motion.
She was drawing with great intent, and her focus could not be broken. She was in a world of her own, and didn't notice that someone had walked up right behind her.
She got her sketchbook out of the bag and opened it to a new blank page. Next, she got out her favorite sparkly mechanical pencil and began her work. Today she was practicing by drawing the weapons of people that passed by. To Iris, doing studies like this was refreshing. There was something soothing about being able to focus her mind on drawing what she saw, and keeping it loose so as to be able to get the form down while people were in motion.
She was drawing with great intent, and her focus could not be broken. She was in a world of her own, and didn't notice that someone had walked up right behind her.