Pink is a good one. I think I'd probably go with pink.
( and it's not like it would have been hard for him to deduce: after all, she's still dressed as she might be, usually, even in this place. the horizon could likely let her experience all manner of clothing, whatever her thoughts might be able to conjure up, but for now, there's at least some comfort in sticking to the familiar. not everything has to be an adventure, and not everything has to satisfy her needless curiosity.
besides, the stranger beside her is enough curiosity for now. letting him take the part of the wall that she gestured to, she retreats back towards her own paint can; it's a bright lavender, now, and she reaches down for a broad paintbrush. )
Whatever comes to mind. Maybe... Try painting something that makes you happy. I'd like that.
( with a grin, her eyes go back to the cottage; it's almost like she's trying to decide what that might mean for her, in terms of painting. )
I think this place is sort of like a safe haven. You know? Like...when things don't feel so good, we all get to come here, where it's a little safer. A little nicer. ( her eyes skate towards him, but only for a moment, before she looks back to where she's drawing a long line with her brush. ) Where do you live, in this world? Is it dangerous?
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( and it's not like it would have been hard for him to deduce: after all, she's still dressed as she might be, usually, even in this place. the horizon could likely let her experience all manner of clothing, whatever her thoughts might be able to conjure up, but for now, there's at least some comfort in sticking to the familiar. not everything has to be an adventure, and not everything has to satisfy her needless curiosity.
besides, the stranger beside her is enough curiosity for now. letting him take the part of the wall that she gestured to, she retreats back towards her own paint can; it's a bright lavender, now, and she reaches down for a broad paintbrush. )
Whatever comes to mind. Maybe... Try painting something that makes you happy. I'd like that.
( with a grin, her eyes go back to the cottage; it's almost like she's trying to decide what that might mean for her, in terms of painting. )
I think this place is sort of like a safe haven. You know? Like...when things don't feel so good, we all get to come here, where it's a little safer. A little nicer. ( her eyes skate towards him, but only for a moment, before she looks back to where she's drawing a long line with her brush. ) Where do you live, in this world? Is it dangerous?