‘ YOU’VE ABSOLUTELY RUINED IT. ‘ she sighs, tossing a resigned hand in the air, though there remains not at all a sign of cruelty in her expression. ‘ how can you expect me to learn to paint if you can’t hold still ? ‘
‘ still lives. or perhaps you might try to find some more willing models. ’ her pen lies unattended on the desk, a stygian dribble escaping from it’s tip. ‘ like an apple - ’ she regards the dark stain with despair. ‘ - or perhaps a tree. ’