The three women had known each other since college so Fiona wasn’t surprised that Colleen said that about her. She was creating something. Shading the eyes, elongating the fangs while making the wings longer. “It would work as a fountain. A series of gargoyles climbing up the side of a building or a tower.”
She could see it clearly in her mind. The water would fall over them as they reached for the sky. There would be three of them, all attempting to beat the other two to the top. Her hand stroked the head of the creature as the blurry vision materialized in her mind.
When she finally shook herself from her musings, the four of them were staring at her. “What?”
“Welcome back,” Meg said. “Can I get you a glass of wine?”
“No. I might have to go into work tonight,” Fi said, shifting onto a stool next to Sean.
“Tonight?” Sean said. “Don’t you get time off?”
“Damien has a large showing coming up and he’s not completely satisfied with one of the paintings I did.”