Davina was fascinated by the suits of armour. They were kinda creepy, but interesting to look at. And maybe, just maybe, a little inspirational. For her drawings, at least. She walked past them slowly, studying them with genuine curiosity. They were so much taller than her, and she had to crane her neck to look up at them.

Once she decided she'd done enough staring, she found some free space against a wall and sat down, crossing her legs as she did so. She twirled her hair [a terrible, terrible habit of hers that would never die] and opened up her notebook to a fresh page. She couldn't afford a nice drawing pad, so she settled for a plain ol' notebook. As long as she had something to draw on, she was fine. Popping a piece of gum into her mouth and pulling a pencil from behind her ear, the girl began drawing, the images that danced in her mind all day finally making it onto the paper.