Harriet liked exploring. It was in her blood, and she was also pretty interested in art, so it was no wonder that he found herself in the Vexmoor gallery. Whilst she preferred to be doing the art herself, she did love looking at art. It was inspiring. And that was why she was having a look around. It was taking her quite a while, since she was carefully looking and inspecting each piece of art work. She knew analysing, and learning from others was important in her own development as an artist, and so she was happy to be able to view some art at the social event.

She tilted her head as she sat on one of the padded chair and looked up at the painting in front of her. It was unusual, something she probably wouldn't paint herself, but it was pretty, and she liked it.