“I always enjoyed painting people more than anything else. It was difficult, because it would require me to make sure that the person was still the entire time, but when I was done… It was nice.”
Odette thought back to the times where she would manage to catch her father away from his duties, posing him in the sitting room as she sat with pencil and pain in hand. Often it was a process that would take a number of weeks – constantly trying to ensure her father was free and that she hadn’t put her supplies somewhere that was hard to locate. But she remembered the way he laughed and patted her on the head, telling her that her art was beautiful even when she was so small that she would smudge his features. “I should think that once the rest of the castle is repaired I will make an art room. Perhaps we can paint together one day?”
She smiled down at the girl then, quite serious in her offer. Odette was not a woman to make promises on a whim – and invitations from her were things that often stood for a long time. Unless one was to offend or hurt her or her countrymen, she had no reason to deny anyone company.
“Which brings me to my main question, how did you manage to end up here, Naminé?” It was apparent the princess did not mind, but there was a curiosity in her tone. It didn’t seem like the girl had wandered in, nor did she look like the daughter of an official. She looked… simply lost.
To paint a person, she supposed, especially to paint them accurately it would be quite a shore, ensuring that the subject stood still as the artist tried to capture their image just right. That was something that she herself did not do, for lack of ability to have such a subject pose for her to begin with—which, she supposed, was one of the reasons why she preferred to sketch. Sketching was not meant to be neat and perfect, but rather something that could have glaring imperfections but could still look like the subject.
The note of reparations to the castle that they stood in called for her attention once more and she glanced around curiously as she had not seen any damage. But then again, it was not as if she had wandered very far nor very wide in that castle, and the damage could have been confined to one are. And really it was not the reparations that caught her off guard, but rather the proposal that, one day, they paint together.
Sincerity was unquestionable in the woman’s tone, and there was no denying that she appeared to be absolutely and completely serious about her offer. Dumbstruck and surprised as she was Naminé still nodded her head and tried to smile politely because, though the offer was sudden, it wasn’t particularly one that she could turn down. And it sounded like it would be a lovely sort of thing to do… ”One day, yes.”
A promise that she could not necessarily keep taking into consideration everything, but a promise that she wasn’t keen on breaking either. Really it was an implied promise, but one nonetheless, and she would have to come back to this world one day to fulfill it, though for the time being she had to explain away her presence. Naturally, she simply said the first thing that occurred to her—which had become something of a habit.
”—Oh, I just… ended up here. I’m a little lost, really.”
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