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Nudging the door open, Keirron growled as she pushed her way through, her arms full of papers. The light had gone, stupid clouds. Finding an empty table, she pushed aside some empty mugs and unloaded her armful of art supplies onto the table. Grumbling as she sorted them out, the white Katta’s tail swished from side to side. Carefully she put papers into the battered satchel and paint pots into a small box which also went into the darkness of the satchel. Finding a wandering maid, she piled the empty mugs upon her tray and asked for a mug of ale and a mug of hot water.
Once they arrived she set her brushes in the water and drew a mouthful of ale. Pulling up a seat she spread out a series of small sketches and tapped a pencil against her jaw. White fur was paint splattered, her shirt covered in ink, paint and pencil. Using a claw to scratch at her ear, she chewed on the end of the pencil looking over her sketches with intense concentration.
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