[ The sketches in the sand piqued her interest. While Lux was not the most technologically savvy person—she's Demacian through and through, not a Piltie—she can appreciate the fine details. They intrigue her, the pieces seemingly out of place for what she knows of either Blanc or Noir. Were they from a fellow Hero, perhaps?
Missing the creator of these stunningly technical images, the young blond stalks the beach during her off times, mostly in the early morning hours. It is then that she comes across him, working on some other piece of art. The teen stands there, her hands behind her back, observing at first, before stepping closer. ]
Ah, so you're the artist.
[ She smiles easily, and while she may not be in uniform at the time, the small rodent carrier perched on her shoulder may give her away. ]
one.
Missing the creator of these stunningly technical images, the young blond stalks the beach during her off times, mostly in the early morning hours. It is then that she comes across him, working on some other piece of art. The teen stands there, her hands behind her back, observing at first, before stepping closer. ]
Ah, so you're the artist.
[ She smiles easily, and while she may not be in uniform at the time, the small rodent carrier perched on her shoulder may give her away. ]