Post by Jessu on Aug 6, 2023 23:59:55 GMT
I think that we are having a little fun now, no~?
Daphne Devereaux
“Ah yes, excellent use of colour, Rin…” Certainly seeming to blossom into the feeling of authority which her new position seemed to carry with it but ever more so opportunity, it was only too easy for Daphne Devereaux to get lost within the lessons she now taught at school, and frankly this fact and a few others seemed to make her think that she might just have found her calling. This certainly appearing to be the case as she stepped between easels and highlighted the splendour she which had been presented upon the canvases before her, to her mind there was no such thing as 'good' or 'bad' art since all the subject comprised was the opportunity to express oneself, and so if one indulged such a notion they would always earn some appreciation from her.
“Such detail in the eyes, Satsuki? I can see your attention to detail here?” In fact the French fox feeling very much as though there was no better window into the soul than a piece that one poured some of their heart and their soul into, while it was true that there were technical aspects which one could master to impress and amaze others the truth of the matter was that sometimes something that looked like nonsense spoke volumes, and other times even the most visually sound piece could barely raise a whisper. Sure, it was all open to interpretation of course, but the belle reckoned her baby blues could see plenty when put to service.
And now, let's see what she has come up with, hm…? This in fact a 'service' which she could guess might even prove useful in certain cases where there was perhaps something of an ulterior motive at play, with the right plan for a lesson and guide Miss Devereux reckoned that she might just be able to strip away a layer from a puzzle which had caught her attention more recently, and one who say in her classroom this very afternoon in fact.
“My, this is…?” Certainly one who had learned how to approach her conundrums through more indirect means in order to preserve her own feeling of mystique when she needed to, the vixen could only narrow her gaze as she looked toward a subject she had been eyeing for more than a short while now and even conjured this class on the vaguely veiled topic of 'life and death' to broach, while waiting for spread oil to speak to her in a way that words currently could not. After all, rapports for words could be tricky, but imagery and the feeling therein were much easier to digest, no~?
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