assault their senses with persuasion - painting

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— s̛͢u̴͟͝v̛i ̴͏̢ki̛ir̷a ̨͢ņί̡͡ ͜͜f̨ao͝l͏ą́͜ín͟͡ | t̢àn̢glewo̧o̷̢d̷͢ | medic —

Painting? Sounded... Colorful.  The petite vixen sat up from her porch.  Her raven companion, Fiachra cawed irritably as her eyes drifted towards the gathering painting session.  Her medical pouch sat at her paws, going through re-supply.  A harness seemed to her the next step, one small and maneuverable for her feathered friend.

Exhaustion lined her face, ached through her entire body.  Since the fiasco of glitching into a tree, Kiira put some extra effort in attempting sleep, to little use.  Insomnia plagued her nights still.  She remained thin and scrawny as ever, finding most food unappetizing since her return, uneager to fill the void in her stomach.  She should try, she knew.  W̶̢h̕a̡t̴'̢̀̕s̴̶ ̷t̛he̶ ̷͞͞p̀҉oi̸n҉̴t̸͟͡?͟

Putting her paws to something other than restocking and gathering and locking herself away from everyone would count for something, right?  W̢h͏̸y͏?̧͟͟ ̢ ͢Ẃ̧͜h͞y̸̕ ͟b̕o͝t̴h̕͡ér̵̛?̡͘  Slowly, the fox scrambled up to her paws, ignoring Fiachra's squawk and began drifting towards the group.  Hesitantly, she lingered nearby Torren, her unmatched hues taking her surroundings in quietly, so much slower than before.

A strange memory poked her thoughts.  Images of hand-drawn sketches and charts.  Stars.  Had she painted before?  Surely, right?  Softly, she finally raised her voice, focusing on the supplies, rather than looking right at anyone.  "I-I'll give it a... T-try too."

— T͏O̴G͠ETH͏ER̕ ÁT̴ ̸T̕H̶E ST͏ART̶ O͏F̀ ̵TI̡M͏E —