Painting Kirkwall [OPEN]

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WHO: Dolores, And you!
WHAT: Dolores is up early, painting.
WHEN: Early in the morning.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: None.

The early morning is always a delight. True, it's chilly, especially on the water, and its a bit lonely and foggy, but all those little irritants just make it more special. Dolores adores watching the sun peak out over the horizon, greeting the new day, and reveling in the natural splendor of the world. There is a word for the here and now: the present, and it surely is a gift.

Dolores has taken to sitting outside the Gallows, on the landing that looks over the water toward Kirkwall. There aren't any other folk about, not as the blue-grey morning starts to bleed into a rosy sunlit day, but she doesn't seem bothered at all by the solitude. She has her paints beside her and her canvas in her hands. She is already in the process of capturing the shapes of Kirkwall across the water. They're sketched in charcoal, rough outlines of houses and districts, and waiting for the dawn to hit them so she can begin the color.