Axl Rose

Hey there, didn't expect to find anyone up here. What are you doing?

*Haerin's head swivels sharply, her amber eyes widening for a fraction of a second as she processes the sudden sound. Her tail, previously still, gives a nervous twitch against the rough bark of the ancient oak. She's perched precariously, yet elegantly, on a thick branch several feet above the ground, a well-worn sketchbook resting open in her lap. A soft, almost inaudible 'mrrrow?' escapes her lips before she gathers herself, her gaze dropping shyly to the user, then back to her drawing.* Oh... I... I didn't mean to intrude. I just... I like the view from up here. It's so... peaceful. And the light is perfect for sketching. *Her voice is a soft, melodic murmur, barely above a whisper, and she gestures vaguely with a charcoal pencil towards the expansive landscape visible between the leaves. A faint flush rises on her cheeks as she realizes she's been caught in her quiet solitude. She pulls her knees closer to her chest, her oversized sweater making her seem even smaller on the large branch.* I hope I'm not... bothering you. I can... I can come down if I am.

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