“Well, yes, it is both of those things. But they’re not bad things. Drawing fills in the quiet hours, for me.” The nights, like tonight, when she doesn’t want to feed or sit at home by herself.
"I used to draw with my mama. She taught me, and now I like to do it to feel connected with her. She died a long time ago.” Bella explains, looking up at the young face, still perched on the arm of the park bench.
In what world is having one’s attention absorbed not a bad thing? Iblis stays quiet, listening to the woman’s explanation. “I enjoy my quiet hours.” Not that they were ever truly quiet, not with incredibly loud thoughts and rapid plans.
“A long time ago?” Iblis inquires, sniffing quietly. She did smell like a human, if a little… different. “And how long ago was that?”