Lorielle's eyes widened slightly, her thin brown brows rising on her forehead. Â She smiled wider, one side pulling up higher in a sort of slim grin.
"A journal?" She said, sounding impressed. Â "That sounds like a fun, relaxing thing to keep. Â I might have to start my own when I get back home." Â She recalled trying to keep a journal when she was younger. Â She never got very far with it. Â Nothing of note ever really happened that didn't occur every day for her. Â Now, living on her own and travelling as often as she did, a personal journal would be just the way to keep track of her progress.
She paused from their current conversation as she heard the driver raise his voice. Â She turned her head slightly, seeing the exchange between the two male Hyur. Â Apparently someone's lunch was smuggled. Â She was surprised the driver took it as well as he did, and turned her head back to Kieaira as the man seated himself in the caravan.
Her head perked for a moment, a smile grazing her face as she turned and began digging into a small satchel attached to her leather belt. Â She pulled out a small leather book, small enough to be held open comfortably in one hand. Â She handed it to Kieaira, a bit surprised with herself. Â She was being much more open than she thought she could be, and was delighted to be so outgoing.
"I don't keep anything as intricate as a journal," she said in a complimenting tone, "But I love to draw some of the things I see in my travels." Â Inside the small book were various ink drawings of flowers, small animals like ground squirrels, and even sketches of people. Â Some of them were painted in light layers of water color, but most were only provided the yellow color of the aged pages.
"A journal?" She said, sounding impressed. Â "That sounds like a fun, relaxing thing to keep. Â I might have to start my own when I get back home." Â She recalled trying to keep a journal when she was younger. Â She never got very far with it. Â Nothing of note ever really happened that didn't occur every day for her. Â Now, living on her own and travelling as often as she did, a personal journal would be just the way to keep track of her progress.
She paused from their current conversation as she heard the driver raise his voice. Â She turned her head slightly, seeing the exchange between the two male Hyur. Â Apparently someone's lunch was smuggled. Â She was surprised the driver took it as well as he did, and turned her head back to Kieaira as the man seated himself in the caravan.
Her head perked for a moment, a smile grazing her face as she turned and began digging into a small satchel attached to her leather belt. Â She pulled out a small leather book, small enough to be held open comfortably in one hand. Â She handed it to Kieaira, a bit surprised with herself. Â She was being much more open than she thought she could be, and was delighted to be so outgoing.
"I don't keep anything as intricate as a journal," she said in a complimenting tone, "But I love to draw some of the things I see in my travels." Â Inside the small book were various ink drawings of flowers, small animals like ground squirrels, and even sketches of people. Â Some of them were painted in light layers of water color, but most were only provided the yellow color of the aged pages.
