Anonymous ;   *Drops a new pack of sketchbooks in your inbox*

         _{Weird things had a tendency to happen quite often, to the extent that it had stopped being quite so bizarre. There were still oddities and curiosities, naturally, but there was a sort of equilibrium of normalcy established and it had been that way, and she was okay with that. Weird happenings were happily accepted, no matter what.}

                           _{A sketchbook falling out of thin air and into her lap was new, however.}

         _{Taken aback by its sudden presence in front of her she shared at it silently for several moments before picking it up. In her hair it was heavy and the cover of it was smooth and flawless, as were all of the thick pages bound in it. Carefully she flipped through the sketchbook, yet there was nothing inside of it—it was truly brand new, never been used, possibly never really been touched either. Staring blankly at it for a few moments she inhaled deeply and then switched her gaze to her old sketchbook, which was looking a little worse for wear as of late, whose pages were almost entirely full of her sketches, of her scribbles.}

                  _{How the sketchbook has gotten there was a mystery, apart from the fact that it was magic, as was the identity of the person who dropped it on top of her. A blonde head tipped back and she stared at the ceiling with furrowed eyebrows as she set the new sketchbook on the table and she wished that she knew who had decided to give her such a kind gift and—}

                                             _{”I couldn’t possibly accept this…”}

         _{But there was no way for her to return it, no way for her to insist that whomever gave it to her take it back because she did not know its origin, and she really did need a new sketchbook. Otherwise she would run out of space in order to draw… so she allowed a small smile to grace her face and she let her fingers ghost over the cover of her new sketchbook. Already her fingers itched to pick up a pencil or a crayon and see what came of it, to see what this sketchbook would turn into for her use.}

                                                               _{”… Thank you.”}