[ D r a w i n g --- ] no matter how minuscule or mundane, was always fairly soothing. To take something from one's mind and put it on a page, to give it life? Well, Lucas hardly knew a better passion. When Miss Snow approached him with the request, how could he do anything but happily accept.
"And you're quite certain there is no other way?"
"Of course, not now, not any other day."
The only downside being, of course, that the talking mirror meant as his guiding companion was something of a stickler for rules. There were only so many rhymes a man could fashion to converse. It is not the mirror though that makes him look up, but rather the displeased grunt that comes from the enchanted glass.
Glancing over a shoulder, a brow is raised.
"May I help you--?"
"Bigby Wolf," the mirror supplies, "I would run, my friend, if I were you."
