08-09-2015, 02:25 PM
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Pygmy Puff
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Originally Posted by Tegz Aina was in London for the day because she just so happened to tag along with her brother Diarmuid who had some photoshoot. The plan was, after he was done flirting with the photographer and getting shirtless pictures taken, they would go out for dinner. Nice sibling quality time. But since she didn't fancy hanging around watching him work she'd decided to spend her afternoon with a book in the park. At least until she felt the need for snacks anyway.
She was looking for a place to sit with her book but also just enjoying the stroll. Aina didn't mind being around muggles, and she liked how when you were among them, you felt so insignificant, like just a number. Not that she was famous or anything it was just that sometimes the Wizarding World felt so small.
Speaking of small.... she definitely knew that face. Helloooo seeker. Little bit of shameless eyeing going on over here. MUCH better than watching her brother, that was for sure. Greyson watched the birds with a chuckle as two of them got into some sort of squabble over a piece of food and he turned the page of his sketchpad to quickly lay out a new scene. He wasn't so sure that anything he had sketched so far was worthy of painting later, but he did enjoy the practice life studies lent to him. And there was still plenty of opportunity to find something. Perhaps he just needed a different perspective.
As he allowed his eyes to travel along the edge of the pond, Greyson got the distinct feeling of being watched. It certainly wasn't a feeling that he was unaccustomed to given his celebrity status among those familiar with his occupation, but he supposed he wasn't expecting it here. Though maybe it was just someone interested in what he was doing.
Looking up, he noticed a woman not far from where he was sat. Giving her a crooked sort of smile and acknowledging nod, he turned his attention slightly more towards her, mentally composing her with the surroundings. Much better than sketching squabbling ducks, though he did prefer the candid actions of real life.
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