Side Chapter: Late Night Visitor

"You know… looking at it this way, I think Wilvur kinda looks a little too smug here. Hmm, I dunno—what do you guys think? Shit-eating grin too shit-eating? I'm beginning to think so…" 

Amanda hmm'ed again, a diverse multitude of colors painting her face in an almost prismatic glow. Silently, she assessed again, twirling a well-worn stylus between fingers. 

She felt good about Eshwlyn, proud even. After countless redos and retakes, the tappings on her table growing more frantic, she finally managed to perfectly capture the silent resolve in her solemn expression. The little details too, the dull gleam of her suit of armor, the subtle reluctance in her bow—it truly was one of her finer sketches. 

Then there was him. 

Amanda mmm'ed this time, leaning in closer to the almost blinding glow of her monitor. 

Wilvur looked… fine.