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Post by Sugarmint Milky on May 1, 2021 1:15:28 GMT
Conan had just gotten back from the magic realm, back to the real world where he had spent many a year trying to forget about the magic realm, only to go back for interesting activities or to keep his forest safe. The young carpenter went to the town in search of some supplies when he happened to stop by an art store. Inside were the most beautiful paintings, some even seemed to speak to the brown haired carpenter. Seems that there was a little magic in this realm after all, atleast to him in that second there was.
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justme
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Post by justme on May 1, 2021 1:24:27 GMT
Serenity looked at the painting in front of her. She had left it to dry when she had to go back to the magic realm. Back to her family. The young girl preferred this world to the one she grew up in. For many the magic realm was an escape, for her it was a prison. It was not often that her parents allowed her to go to avalon, but serenity insisted as she used wanting to make her families presence known outside the realm as an excuse.
Art was something she could get lost in. It was one of her passions. She loved to paint and let her emotions out on the paper. She just wished she could do it more. As the blonde picked up the canvas she moved to the front of the store where the display was as she moved to change out the paintings before her eyes met with someone who was looking at the painting she had made before.
For a second she just stared as the soft face of the stranger reminded her of something. It almost looked familiar. Yet she did not know who he was. Strange. Noticing she was staring at his face she shook her head slightly as she nodded and gave the man a small smile.
Would he come in? Why did she hope he would?
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Post by Sugarmint Milky on May 31, 2021 1:22:54 GMT
Conan looked at the painting and noticed that a blonde woman was now standing at the front staring at him. Something about her was familiar, he could tell at glimpse that there was something about her. Her blonde hair how shinny it was and her blue eyes how beautiful and clear they were. Her prescience gave a sort of icy appeal, not cold icy, but calming ice. Sort of like the moon letting it's glow settle down upon a frozen lake. Only one person made him feel that way before and he knew that if he was to step into the doors. Conan took a deep breath as he opened the door to the shop. A tiny gold bell rang as he stepped inside. The place looked rather antique. Yet it suited the maiden. "Excuse me, Miss. I couldn't help, but..... I mean is that painting for sale? The one with the celestial forest appeal."
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