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[ooc: Slightly backdated, to before the Matoya trip/sleepover.]

[Terra is currently seeking out Relm. She wanders down the hall toward her room, then knocks softly, though loud enough to hear. If Relm's not within, she'll just keep going until the girl is found.]

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[Relm might have been out doing something that is totally not stealing from the kitchens. She runs back toward her room as Terra knocks and notices the half-esper just in time to avoid a collision, quickly hiding something behind her back and immediately putting on her best 'not-up-to-anything-I-swear' face.]

You looking for me or something?

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[Terra can't help but smile, recognizing that expression very well by now.]

Yes, I am...if I'm not interrupting anything.

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Nope! I wasn't doing anything, honest!

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[Terra can't help it; she chuckles.]

Relax, Relm. I'm not going to tell on you. I...can we talk in private?

[Not exactly interested in passing servants overhearing them.]

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Are you sure?

[She thinks for a second and then produces a lump of warm cake from behind her back, taking a bite out of her ill-gotten prize as she opens her door.]

Okay then. Come on in.

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[Aha, so that was it. But Terra is true to her word and mentions nothing further about it, stepping inside after Relm.]

I've been thinking about what you said...about your artwork.

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[It's a few seconds before she answers. The closest thing to manners Strago ever managed to teach his granddaughter was not speaking with her mouth full. She puts the rest of the solen handful of cake down on a small table.]

About painting you, right?

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[Terra nods, all seriousness now.]

Yes. That is, if you still want to do it. I'm not sure what will happen, but we won't know unless we try. And...I trust you.

Sorry for slowness, bad reaction to meds

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[Relm smiles, nodding.]

I still want to try.

[And with that she puts aside the cake, having something much more important to concentrate on, and scrambles for her brushes.]

<3

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[Terra watches Relm, hands clasped before her.]

Um...where do you want me? Right here?

aaaand I should be back-ish now!

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[She holds her paintbrush out and takes a few steps back, moving her thumb down it as she works out proportions and perspective.]

There's great! Just lemmie-

[She drags an easel over from one corner of the room and fixes a stretched but unpainted canvas onto it.]

-ready!

Yay!

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[Terra smiles, then looks a bit apologetic as something comes to mind.]

I'm sorry if this will be a bit slow, Relm. It takes a lot of energy to be in that Esper state for long, but...I'll try to stay in it as long as I can....

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[Relm looks up from preparing spirit and a rag and putting paint onto an easel.]

s'fine! I'll just get the basics down while I can and then finish it by working from my sketches.

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That's fair.

[And...Esper time. As self-conscious as Terra can be, she's long ago lost it in regards to her Esper form. It's just another side of herself, after all.]

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[Normally she'd be distracted by the beauty of all that magic. But knowing her time is limited, Relm wastes no time in starting her painting, hands racing across the canvas. Painting quickly isn't a problem for her, she's used now to having to paint in a battle situation, but Terra deserves way better than a quick painting and even if the esper time runs out she'll do her best to finish it and make it perfect later from memory.]

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[Terra hovers a little above the ground, to provide Relm with a better view. It's not more of a strain than being in this form provides, anyway. She remains quiet, trying not to distract Relm from her work.]

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[As the picture takes form, Relm becomes more and more drowsy. It's not clear at first, enthusiasm overtaking the tiredness. But by the time the esper time runs out and the adrenaline rush caused by knowing she only has limited time to draw is over she's visible swaying a little and struggling to keep her eyes open.]

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[So much for not saying anything. Terra frowns a little.]

Relm? Are you alright?

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[Relm rubs her eyes. Her hands are covered in paint and so her eyes are now very colourful.]

'm fine. I just didn't get a whole lotta sleep since the stone-

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Are you sure? We can always do more of this later....

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[She shakes her head]

Nah, I'm good. S'nearly done. I want to finish it. Then I'll sleep on the airship later.

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Alright. As long as you're certain....

[But she will be watching Relm, nonetheless. Any sign of further strain will cut this short.]

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[She's nothing if not determined and frowns, continuing. Until finally-]

-done!

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Oh, good.

[With some relief, Terra lands and slips out of Esper mode. She heds on over to have a look.]

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[Relm backs away from the canvas, wiping her hands on the spirit-soaked rag to get the paint off them. There's still a little around her face but she's not bringing those chemicals anywhere near her eyes. She'll just have to let the colour fade away over the next few days. She perches on the edge of her bed, exhausted.

The painting itself is flawless, as is normal for Relm's work. There's nothing particularly strange about it, just an oil painting of Terra's esper form. The indoor walls of the castle in the background aren't very detailed, most of the work went into the image of Terra.]

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[Terra take a moment to look over the painting and can't help but smile.]

It's wonderful, Relm. But then, I wouldn't expect anything less from you. I--

[Tearing her gaze away from the canvas, Terra heads over to the bed.]

Should I let you sleep?

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I'm fine, 'f I sleep now I'm gonna have to be awake the whole time we're on the airship. And then I'm gonna be sleepy at the party.

[She thinks and then wobbles to her feet, going to pick up the half-eaten lump of stolen cake and taking another bite of it.]

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[Terra still worries, though.]

I can get you more from the kitchens, if you want. Something to boost your energy.

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[Things Relm will never say no to: more cake. Just the idea of another kitchen run seems to restore some energy to her.]

Yeah, let's go get cake!

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[Having a sweet tooth herself, Terra just smiles.]

Alright. I've been craving some, anyway.

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Maybe they'll have put the jam in the middle by now!

[And with that, she's out of the door.]

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[And Terra follows her out.]