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Late afternoon in Below was sight to behold in the eyes for the hybrid settled beneath the starry sky. The dark blues and purples stretched across the vast expanse, blending and bleeding into the softer hues of the day. The colours mixed and faded as the world about her grew darker by the minute, her brush gliding effortlessly along the canvas as Aleanette attempted to capture the ethereal beauty of the waning day. Atop a building that she probably shouldn't be, her eyes glittered as she turned her gaze back to the horizon. Her brush moved of its own volition, mimicking the smooth transitions and bold shadows that made the scenery so mesmerizing.

She'd been here, in the same spot, for hours now. At first, it had simply been to decompress. Then, as the eternal dusk surrounding her began to change, she found herself before a canvas. The stark white of the material begged to be transformed, to made into something glorious and awe inspiring. While her skill level was nowhere near what that would require, she still put her all into every stroke. Every soft, subtle flick of the bristles against canvas whispered across the silence as if the night itself were whispering sweet nothings in her ear. And she had lost herself in the vast darkness that both amazed and terrified her.

The sudden sound of the door to the roof banging closed made the hybrid jump, the brush in her hand laying a thick line of paint across the bottom corner of the canvas as she spun to face whomever had ventured up here as well. Immediately, her mind was racing as she tried to come up with the most sincere apology and explanation as to why she was atop a building but as those bright blue orbs fell on the person in question, all planned speeches dissipated in the silence. The person before her wasn't a teacher and by the looks of them… She believed she was facing another student. Still, that didn't help her situation any.

Looking down, she realized she still clutched the paintbrush in her hand and with a small smile, she moved it easily behind her back. “Hi?” Aleanette’s voice shook even on that small word. She was quite unsure of how this was going to go and her awkward social graces probably wouldn't help her much, but it was worth a try. At least until she finished her painting, if the other person didn't demand she leave right this second.