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Cathfawr was laying in one of the booths, sprawled all out, tail in his mouth, as snow leopards were known to bite on their tail. He was asleep.

Natasha felt the mood strike, feeling creative. Taking out a small art kit, flipping open the travel box to look at the contents inside. A couple of tubes from acrylic, watercolor and gouache paint and a portable water jar and a palette. Fiddling with a small brush and media pad, she picks some of the watercolor and gouache tubes to experiment with.

Cathfawr smelt the paint, opening his eyes. He spit out his own tail and then sat up, looking for the paint, then he walked over, his arms crossed.
"Are you painting?" He asked Natasha, though a bit of a obviously answered question, he still asked anyway.

She was testing a combination of the color aqua and stone gray in the media pad when Cathfawr approaches her, the evidence of his question in view site, but the act of painting she hadn’t started yet, “Not quite yet, my choices are a bit overwhelming with an idea brainstorming, a couple actually so I’m testing some paint colors and the consistency of the paint itself to see which I want to settle with.” The colors of the tubes were each a different medium of acrylic, watercolor and a gouache tube.

Cathfawr stood there, his eyes focused on the tubes.
His silence was interrupted with a yawn, and he uncrossed his arms to rub his eyes.

"My dad was really into calligraphy, I don't know about painting though." He said, his ears twitching.

Her ears perk up at the mention of calligraphy, with a nod she says, “I’ve tried to do calligraphy, I didn’t take to it as well as brush strokes, I can paint the style of calligraphy but trying to write with it, doesn’t work the same.” Even as she says this it was still a puzzle to her. Glancing at some of the pens in her kit. “Which I do love fountain pens, and I have some glass ones now.”

Mas would have woken up from her nap, her arms were crossed.. It seems she was the only monster awake right now.. as Horus was away and Hapy was currently sleeping

Cathfawr sat down. "Can I see them?"

Curious as to what he wants to see, “The pens?’ As she reaches into her kit.

"Yes, the pens." Cathfawr stifled a smile.

Najma was sleeping too, his back propped against Mas' body, eyes closed, his hand limply holding his crook.

The Sphinx would smile at him.. putting a wing over the Pharoh "Are you still asleep.. your majesty.. I believe its been long enough..

Najma whined a bit and covered his eyes with his free hand, his other hand gently letting go of the crook. "Five more minutes.." He murmured softly, turning on his side, burying his face into Mas' wings.

Nods at his request and shows him two of the glass pens in her possession, “This one is called a unicorn pen, it is my newer one and I am quite fond of it. Unicorn dip pen and comes with twelve iridescent ink bottles, and this one is my first one, a blue glass dip pen’

Cathfawr looked at the pens, his eyes widening with curiosity, his ears twitching. "They have a really elegant feel to them." He said calmly, still focusing on them.

Nods with a smile, “I love traditional fountain pens, but there is something about the glass ones, especially when they’re crafted like the unicorn one. They also hold a fair amount of ink.”

She them simply stood "I am a sphinx.. not a pillow.. nor a blanket" she said.. careful not to let him actually fall-

Najma sighed, opening his eyes, slowly letting himself off of Mas and he rubbed his eyes, standing up slowly.
"Fine, fine.." He bent over to grab his crook off the floor and held it in his hand when he straightened back up.

The Sphinx stood up all the way, stretching her back..
Backs?
Sphinx Biology is weird

"Well since the fall of your empire.. theres a lot to do.. we should continue to wait here until you have an idea to restore your empire

Works studiously on a small portion of the media sketchbook, painting with the aqua blue she had and a watercolor that was spiced apple. Using both colors to make a little detailed painting of robin eggs nestled together on the page. Sitting back when she has a completed little paint sketch, with a ripple to her fur and a pleased look on her face with how it came out. She trills, “Feels good to be doing this again.”