Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20180131201953/@comment-24510587-20180207223245

Wilkes nodded, waited a few moments for dramatic effect, and turned the paper around.

The painting was a full body portrait of Harriot, made in an impressionist fashion. The grubby background the wall would've posed had been left out in favour of a field of fiery red streaks, which flowed from Harriot's head like a churning sea of of flame. In the middle of it all was Harriot, of course. Her pale body and graceful pose looked like a beacon of calm and serenity amidst the broiling waves of curling, twisting flame. The most detailed part of it all was her face; Wilkes had clearly put meticulous attention into painting her features, right down to the melancholic glint in her eyes and the faint upturned curl of her lips.

"And?"