packing up camp

Siobhan looked away shyly when he shifted on his feet. She wasn't used to being the imposing one, but she found she liked it. It made her feel just a little bit safer. If she could remain in tight control of the situation, there was hardly any chance she'd have an episode at all. Settling into herself just a little bit more, Sio smiled warmly when he complimented her. "It does, doesn't it?" She wasn't afraid to accept his praise. Painting was something she'd gotten quite good at it with practice. Long hours spent in isolation as her parents fussed over her and kept her in the den had given her ample of time to practice. If she had not been sleeping or eating, she had been painting. She'd taken up a more nomadic lifestyle now, and while she enjoyed seeing everything the world had to offer, it was difficult to carry supplies like these over distances... which was why she had come to say goodbye to her little stash for the winter. "I do, yes. Unfortunately I'm headed south for the winter soon, so I'm trying to use up what I can before moving on," she explained. "I have plenty of supplies - I can show you how, if you'd like?" She added. "I'm Siobhan. I don't get company often, but I always welcome another artist working by my side." As long as you don't talk too much. But you don't seem the type. Half the fun of painting was the blissful, long silences she could lose herself in.