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Mar. 8th, 2013 04:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The simulated sunshine of the arboretum feels real enough to Violet as she sits quietly sketching. The opening of the 5th floor had changed all of her routines completely, and even becoming stuck there for a few hours once or twice has not deterred her from taking her constitutionals among the greenery. She is of firm belief that spending a good deal of time out doors is good for a person, and if this is as close as she can get, she will take it.
Today instead of a book, she's brought a large pad and pencil to sketch with and has propped it up on a table within the arboretum. It's not as good as an easel, but there is no stool either and she can't stand for long, so a table and chair do well enough.
It's been some time since she's sketched anything seriously. Once upon a time, when young ladies were expected to be accomplished, she'd learned to sketch and to play the piano, singing being entirely out of the question.
The talent has not fled her with age, but Violet is growing bored very quickly with scenery and still life. So when she hears another person coming around a bend in the path, she hails them by name and calls, "Good afternoon!"
Today instead of a book, she's brought a large pad and pencil to sketch with and has propped it up on a table within the arboretum. It's not as good as an easel, but there is no stool either and she can't stand for long, so a table and chair do well enough.
It's been some time since she's sketched anything seriously. Once upon a time, when young ladies were expected to be accomplished, she'd learned to sketch and to play the piano, singing being entirely out of the question.
The talent has not fled her with age, but Violet is growing bored very quickly with scenery and still life. So when she hears another person coming around a bend in the path, she hails them by name and calls, "Good afternoon!"