𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 . ᐟ

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ᅠ lifting shoulders — eat , sure . it’d just be similar to being constipated since she barely gets to taste a thing . ᅠ

ᅠ screech — it’s all right . she’s used to it . ᅠ

ᅠ not having a tongue would make it slightly difficult for her to offer an actual opinion on her dish — unfortunately . ᅠ

ᅠ hasn’t had a trial in forever . perhaps she’s not invited to the celebration . ( 💧 ) ᅠ

ᅠ smile widens . she can’t respond even though the painter wishes she could — but is sure the spirit understands despite everything she’s still happy to see her . ᅠ

ᅠ air exhales from nostrils in acknowledgment — yes , it’s been a while indeed . trials have been treating her well , not much she can complain about . ᅠ

ᅠ dark eyes narrow , searching for the source of the voice — chin dipping as she tilts her neck . gaze lowering until it finds the young woman and a slow smile begins to form on the artist’s lips . ᅠ

ᅠ screech — ink dripping from lips . good morning . ᅠ

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ᅠ a hunt with no kill is a problem of his own . don’t let her see him near the crows or he will regret it . ᅠ

ᅠ feeding the crows once more . the entity doesn’t even bother — someone has to . ᅠ