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Quartz didn't start drawing immediately. The music was so pretty, and it was so fascinating to watch Maerad play, that she just sat there for a few minutes listening. It was the gentle tap of her pencil against the paper as her wrist relaxed that reminded her of the sketch book she held. A line here and there, and though the beautiful music still filled her ears Quartz felt her mind focus a bit more. For a long time the only sounds in the room was of Maerad's song and the soft scratchings of pencil against paper.

When the song finally drifted to a close Quartz sketched a moment or two longer before the silence really registered. She looked up in surprise. She'd gotten so pulled into the music and the drawing that it seemed like hardly a few minutes had passed. She looked back down at her sketch. It wasn't as detailed as she normally would have made it, just outlining strokes in the vague shape of a piano, and more of Maerad. She'd picked a moment when the Naga had her head slightly lowered, a hint of focus in the way of her brows but a peaceful and happy set to her eyes. Quartz had thought the moment was quite striking and had spent most of her time trying to properly capture that expression.

"That was very pretty," Quartz said softly into the silence between them, both out of shyness and a reluctance to break the spell the music had made. She added a few more lines to the less detailed portions of the sketch, frowning a little herself as she wondered if she'd done good enough with her drawing.

Quartz fidgeted a little, a touch of self-conscious shyness turning her cheeks a slightly darker pink. She'd always been pretty reluctant to show off her work; actually she never did show it off. Sometimes it would get spotted and people would ask to see, but all of Quartz's sketch books at home were closed and firmly tucked away in a special box under her bed. Even with her family she was reluctant to show her work. The poor little Baphomet had a tough time accepting criticism....or praise.

Though it took an effort to do so, Quartz turned the sketch book around and held it so that Maerad could see her. Her fingers were trembling a little, but she clenched them tighter to the book so it wouldn't be noticed. Would Maerad be pleased, or would she think the sketch didn't resemble her in the slightest? Would she be disappointed by the lack of detail in places? Quartz's mind was filled with thoughts like these, each running around in her head frantically like a mouse cornered in a barrel.

Quartz felt a little nervous as she watched Maerad take in the drawing, but felt a rush of relief when she beamed and complimented the work. It made Quartz blush, but it was a blush of pleasure. "I'm glad you like it," she started to say, when the sound of footsteps began echoing in the hallway. Moments later an adult appeared, informing Maerad of the curfew and telling her to go back to her room. She didn't say anything to Quartz, but Quartz could feeling the stare of "adult command" on the back of her neck. She shrank a little into herself like a turtle, but when Maerad spoke to her she straightened up a bit.

"Ah, it was my pleasure," she said, smiling. "I should probably go too, Mama might be looking for me." She got up off the bench she'd been sitting on and started for the door, then paused and looked back.

"Ah...see you in class tomorrow," she said softly, the words a half question. She gave Maerad another shy smile, then hurried off to find her mother before the disapproving adult decided to start fussing at her or get Maerad into more trouble.