@ductilesuit
When she came inland it was almost always in search of two things; new food, or objects of interested. Sometimes they were the same thing, though the latter was usually treasures. An art festival seemed like the perfect place, she did so enjoy collecting precious things. All the better if they were unique or valuable.
And treasures she had acquired, mostly things that could survive under the waves. In record time no less, so while she was here she had decided to dabble herself, she did miss creating things. The kraken sat before an easel, the second such she had set up, as inspiration seemed to present itself quite a serendipitous manner.
“Oh, hello there.”
“Are you busy? Please, you must allow me to capture your portrait. I can make sure you’re compensated for your time, of course.”
