Post by Nia Mckelleigh on Sept 21, 2014 11:11:05 GMT
You could describe the setting sun in many different ways. Romantic, perhaps? Majestic too. Of course you just need to add beautiful to the list of adjectives on how to describe it. To Nia it was none of those, really. Or well, surely she COULD say that it was all of those things. But for now it was just an annoyance that would not reflect itself well onto her canvas.
And she had taken so long to wait for it to set too. And not to even think about all the work Kristoff had to do by carrying the paint and the canvas here with his mind. This was shaping up to be another failure... Not like she wasn't used to those lately. So she just continued staring at the sun from the hill she had plonked herself down at.
And she had taken so long to wait for it to set too. And not to even think about all the work Kristoff had to do by carrying the paint and the canvas here with his mind. This was shaping up to be another failure... Not like she wasn't used to those lately. So she just continued staring at the sun from the hill she had plonked herself down at.
