 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Ash wasn't very present, between the thinking and the painting and her general Ashley state of not-present-in-the-moment. It took her at least good thirty seconds to notice someone was talking to her, and five more seconds to remember what the question was. "Oh... thanks. I asked a first year if I could paint them, and I figured now would be a good time to work on it, when I was in a quiet space." She looked over at the girl and studied her, recognizing her from the feast. Too bad Ash had skipped most of that. "We haven't met. I'm Ashley. Or Ash, if you'd like." Either was fine. Although in her opinion, they had slightly different meanings. |