DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

One of the few things that still came natural to Goldenluxury despite everything, was her joy found in art. The hobby had been picked up at first when she was young, simply to pass time, to help calm herself, and only grew as she did. The motor skills had not been lost, only needed some time and practice to retrieve once more in their full glory. While perhaps not a master of form, color, or whatever else went into it, she didn't mind so much. There were many different styles she could try, and she liked to try them all. The simple act of making something had been plenty enough for her. And that had not changed in the meantime still.

While she was not great at keeping up with things these days, simply doing her best to figure out who everyone around her was, she was aware of the fact that Valentines Day would be coming up within a few weeks. She'd asked around what exactly it was, why it was celebrated, and she came to the conclusion that the day would be most naturally spent with her new...comrade. So, of course, she would need to prepare something ahead of time for the event. Ultimately, she'd settled on the idea of painting Sophiea's old kingdom, one she spoke of fondly, seemed to miss, one that she hoped the two could revisit some day. It would be nice, and warm, and be something she'd enjoy looking at it, she'd think. So long as she did it justice. And in order to do that, she needed, time, and references.

Before anything, the female had been sure to pick an adequate canvas, sketching out ideas for composition on a piece of paper before finally settling on one she'd thought would look nice. Unfortunately, the island didn't have much reference for what she was looking to draw, so instead she came up with the idea of going to their lighthouse, seeing as that was where they'd kept a majority of their books. That was where individuals would find the female now, flipping through a book to find pictures of forests as she set down her canvas, beginning to slowly refine the messy sketch she'd made for her idea, humming quietly to herself.