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Hel sat on a park bench a sketch pad in her lap and a piece if charcoal in her hand as she tried to get back into her old hobby, when Hel was younger she used to enjoy drawing a lot but that was also before all she ever could see around her was ice and death, and there was only so much you could do with that. Hel tried to sketch out the flower bed before her when someone's shadow loomed over her and she frowned not looking up from her page "Excuse me, could you please move? Not to sound rude but you're in my light and in front of the flowers I'm drawing"














