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As spring was setting in, it'd been raining a lot lately, trapping most Kitsu inside their homes for most of the day. This included Isiah, who had been gazing wistfully out the window of his bedroom while he tried to work on painting or sketching, too distracted by his overpowering need to get outside and find some better subjects for his art. It felt like that prayer would never be answered, until finally a day had come when the clouds opened and the sun finally shone through, bathing the world in its glow for what felt like the first time in weeks. As quickly as he could, he had packed his art bag up with supplies and was out the front door. From the back of the house, he heard it close as his housemate, Yu, left to tend the garden he probably missed very dearly.

Taking a deep breath, inhaling the sweet, clean air of living next to a forest, Isiah made for the deeper parts of the town, his destination one of the parks that was close to the house. He picked out a good bench, far enough away from the other Kitsu that he wasn't disturbed by them and pulled out one of his sketchbooks. Not that most would come up to him while he was deep in his work. He hadn't been living here for very long, but long enough he was known as a bit of a regular here. It was his favorite place to come and enjoy the fresh air. It was also the best for meeting Kitsu. A lot were surprised to find he was still here. Didn't most Tenku like to roam around and live a nomadic life? Not that he was aware. Both his parents were Tenku and they stayed in the same spot for at least all of his life. Never once did they seem like they had any intentions on leaving. They had a company to maintain and you couldn't do that if you were roaming the wide world. He had thought about it sometimes. Just leave and continue to explore the wide world now that he had a chance to do that. Now that he wasn't so tied down with his parent's expectations. But he liked staying in one place and putting down roots. Making friends he could count on when he needed them and vice versa.

Naw. He would stay here. Not even the angry baker could scare him away.

Isiah had given a stretch of his arms, extending his legs out so he was almost fully straight, before relaxing his limps back and digging in his art bag. Pulling a sketchbook and a pack of colored pencils, he set his bag on his lap to use as a raised table so he didn't have to bend over his knees to see what he was doing. Now, the problem was, what did he draw? Flowers and trees were boring and too easy. Butterflies weren't really in his interest, no matter how much they seemed to pose for him by pitching on the top of his sketchbook and slowly fanning their wings out as if to tempt him.

"Yes, you are quite beautiful," Isiah remarked to one pretty blue that landed near where one of his paws was holding the pad, smiling down on it. He poked it gently with the end of a pencil. It quickly fluttered its wings and took back to the air. Leaving him to quietly rake his brain for something to sketch.

He was still debating between a few ideas a good few minutes later when a shuffling came to his ears. He looked up to find a pale Kitsu staring at him. Or the pencil in his paw.

"Hello," he greeted pleasantly, a wide grin on his face. A new Kitsu to meet! Meeting new Kitsu was always exciting. Even when it turned out to be more stress than fun. He could handle it. "Do you like art?"