( lanolin slowly walks towards the other , dead leaves crunching under her boots as she does.
lanolin slowly and quietly sits next to the other
she's picked up a thing or two about stealth from whisper. )
. . .
what're you drawing , stranger .แฃ
Crouched low to the ground, journal in her lap as she writes something down.
She's focused on the page, fingers resting against her forehead as her nose scrunches in concentration.