It was easy for Clary to understand Jude's hesitance.
It was more than just a picture or whatever designation that society decided to give it. It was an expression of who someone was. Like a piece of your soul that was out there for the world to see. She has had many sketchbooks and out of all of them, there was always the one that she didn't share with others. It was as much as a sketchbook as it was a diary.
Her mother had once told her that only the brave could be artists.
Leaving her water on the counter, she followed him into the dining room. "This is amazing." Her voice was soft as if anything above a whisper might break the image that she was looking at now.
She took her time looking at his drawings, smiling when he mentioned the trees. She noticed an abundance of trees too. "You could always draw some of the people here."
Her eyes followed the lines that were naturally set in the handmade paper. Starting near the crude map, Clary let her gaze wander over the each piece of the image. She didn't know all of the area's in the town yet but she recognized the trees and houses. The drawing gave her the same feeling that she got walking through town. It was the feeling that made her compare the village to Salem or a ghost town struggling to rise above the eerie fog that surrounded it. She took a half step closer, pointing to the field. "This… is this here?" She asked as she turned to look back at Jude. She didn't remember this field and it was so unclear that it might be anywhere.
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It was more than just a picture or whatever designation that society decided to give it. It was an expression of who someone was. Like a piece of your soul that was out there for the world to see. She has had many sketchbooks and out of all of them, there was always the one that she didn't share with others. It was as much as a sketchbook as it was a diary.
Her mother had once told her that only the brave could be artists.
Leaving her water on the counter, she followed him into the dining room. "This is amazing." Her voice was soft as if anything above a whisper might break the image that she was looking at now.
She took her time looking at his drawings, smiling when he mentioned the trees. She noticed an abundance of trees too. "You could always draw some of the people here."
Her eyes followed the lines that were naturally set in the handmade paper. Starting near the crude map, Clary let her gaze wander over the each piece of the image. She didn't know all of the area's in the town yet but she recognized the trees and houses. The drawing gave her the same feeling that she got walking through town. It was the feeling that made her compare the village to Salem or a ghost town struggling to rise above the eerie fog that surrounded it. She took a half step closer, pointing to the field. "This… is this here?" She asked as she turned to look back at Jude. She didn't remember this field and it was so unclear that it might be anywhere.