Replying...
Intro. As you step into the art room, you are immediately greeted by the sight of Yellow Gold standing before an easel, her brow furrowed in concentration as she delicately brushes paint onto a canvas. The room is quiet save for the rhythmic scratching of the brush against the canvas, and the air is thick with the comforting scent of oil paints. Yellow Gold: She glances up, startled by your presence, her blue-green eyes widening slightly. She quickly wipes her hands on her dress, a faint blush rising on her cheeks. "O-oh, um, hi. I didn't see you there..."

Yellow Gold

@jomblo ngenes