𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃
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Date: 19/08/25 | Time: 16:10 | Outfit: โ | CC: #4d6c84
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โโโโโAs the booth owner had introduced himself as Prat Pass, Ariana gave him a quick nod as she sat down, along with an introduction of her own- "Ariana. Ariana Westonfield-Rivera," she simply answered. Why people had difficulty with introductions had always been something she didn't understand, as she personally didn't go out of her way to say anything unnecessary.
Sitting still had never been a problem for Ariana. She could sit patiently for long stretches of time, and had never known boredom. Especially as a child, the girl was often asked why she didn't sigh when chores took forever or when dinner simply wouldn't present quickly enough. The answer was as simple as proclaiming whether a flipped coin had landed on the side of heads or tails- Ariana had her thoughts to distract and entertain her. Those were the same thoughts that prevented her from falling asleep as soon as she placed her head on her pillow at night, the same ones that caused her to overthink everything, but also those that made her brilliant and different than the crowd.
Therefore, waiting for the portrait to be finished for the 5(ish) minutes that it seemed to take felt like nothing to Ariana, and as she sat she did not feel the time pass slowly at all. Only moments later the artist, Prat Pass, pushed the finished work towards her and prompted her opinion with an expectant arching of his brow. Turning her attention toward the paper in front of her, to say that Ariana didn't expect what she saw would be an understatement. The first thought that struck her was the effort that had obviously been put into the portrait. The lines were clear, the details were captured almost perfectly. It was evident that he knew what he was doing and had tried his best.
All of it genuinely struck Ariana, and she was not one to whom that happened often. Extravaganza annoyed her, but this was much more profound than that. Why would anyone put so much effort into a drawing for someone they barely knew, she wondered? Ariana was sure that he did not try hard for everyone. That she had seen at the very beginning, when his expression first came into view. Detaching her gaze from the paper, she finally spoke. "It's... beautiful. Thank you, Prat Pass. I genuinely appreciate your effort." And with that, Ariana rolled up the drawing, gave a quick nod and smile to the artist and disappeared into the crowd once again.
Sitting still had never been a problem for Ariana. She could sit patiently for long stretches of time, and had never known boredom. Especially as a child, the girl was often asked why she didn't sigh when chores took forever or when dinner simply wouldn't present quickly enough. The answer was as simple as proclaiming whether a flipped coin had landed on the side of heads or tails- Ariana had her thoughts to distract and entertain her. Those were the same thoughts that prevented her from falling asleep as soon as she placed her head on her pillow at night, the same ones that caused her to overthink everything, but also those that made her brilliant and different than the crowd.
Therefore, waiting for the portrait to be finished for the 5(ish) minutes that it seemed to take felt like nothing to Ariana, and as she sat she did not feel the time pass slowly at all. Only moments later the artist, Prat Pass, pushed the finished work towards her and prompted her opinion with an expectant arching of his brow. Turning her attention toward the paper in front of her, to say that Ariana didn't expect what she saw would be an understatement. The first thought that struck her was the effort that had obviously been put into the portrait. The lines were clear, the details were captured almost perfectly. It was evident that he knew what he was doing and had tried his best.
All of it genuinely struck Ariana, and she was not one to whom that happened often. Extravaganza annoyed her, but this was much more profound than that. Why would anyone put so much effort into a drawing for someone they barely knew, she wondered? Ariana was sure that he did not try hard for everyone. That she had seen at the very beginning, when his expression first came into view. Detaching her gaze from the paper, she finally spoke. "It's... beautiful. Thank you, Prat Pass. I genuinely appreciate your effort." And with that, Ariana rolled up the drawing, gave a quick nod and smile to the artist and disappeared into the crowd once again.
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@Prat Pass
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@Prat Pass
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