Where the line is drawn

Gwynevere was on her way through the gardens with a basket of herbs and plants that she had just gathered from the greenhouse when she noticed one of her nephews laying with a piece of paper rolled out in front of him, his azure ears very noticeably pinned back in obvious frustration. Her steps slowed as she watched him curiously for a moment, quietly moving a bit closer so she could peek at what he was up to. Her mint and lavender gaze scanned the page, seeing the scribbles and squiggly lines that she supposed could be interpreted as leaves and trees if squinting and turning her head to the side. She couldn't help but smile a bit at the boy's efforts though and it was utterly adorable seeing him try. She didn't consider her some sort of amazing artist by any means, but she did have some experience with it and it was as good an excuse as any to catch a little bit of time with one of her newest family members.

She walked over to where he was laying, setting her basket down off to the side before she settled beside him. "Doing some drawing?" she asked, giving him a gentle smile. Gwyn reached for a bit of charcoal that was laying at the edge of the paper and held it in her paw stabilized with a couple of toes the way she could use a needle if she was stitching up one of her patients. "I like to draw some of the herbs and plants I'm growing sometimes," she added as she started to sketch out a long stemmed flower, giving it a few rounded leaves as she went. She used short, sketchy strokes so it wasn't a perfect, smooth line, but the shape was easier to get over all. "What do you like to draw?"

"Gwynevere Carpathius"