Always While I'm Painting

Cerra was painting near the large field outside of the campus. The night air cool against her un-living skin as she painted the colors of the night sky as she viewed it as Creation intended. Her sight filled with the swirling blues, red, greens and all sorts making dizzying combinations to any who were not like her. Gifted by Creation to see it's true vision. As always, beautiful and stunning to see. Cerra was an amateur compared to Creation itself. But she was glad her skills were improving over the past months of being on the island. That was one of the better things about being on the island.

However as it always seemed to be when Cerra was finishing a painting. Someone was coming up behind her, drawn to her for some reason. The vampire sighed as she saw the colors subtly change as Creation gave her a foreseeing of someone she hadn't met before coming up behind her even as Cerra could hear the sound of footsteps on the grass coming closer. These short term 'prophecies' certainly were common on the island.

Quickly finishing the last 2 or three strokes of the brush Cerra finally heard the footsteps close enough and the colors change enough to signal that they were close enough to interact with. Turning her head around, her messy multi-colored hair swishing behind her Cerra looked at this new person she was to meet. Their colors seemed to lash out to everything around it, overwhelming and seemingly destroying the colors around them with their own colors. "Why is it, whenever I paint for creation, Beating Hearts always seem to find it the perfect time for uninvited conversation, Destroyer of Colors."

@Ephemral

"Creation calls me Colors Seer, most Beating Hearts like you Destroyer of Colors call me Cerra." The Vampiress's eyes were half lidded now as if she was bored and someone was interrupting that boredom with something more boring. "As for my right to this area? I have none. All places belong to Creation. But most Beating Hearts seem to think that this one has no personal space and think that my painting is the perfect time to chat."

Still looking bored Cerra turned fully around and crossed her arms. Her painting needed time to dry and she needed to keep anyone from touching it. The colors around the Destroyer were lashing out even more violently now. It was quite the spectacle at the moment, but Cerra needed to focus on this person. Slowly blinking once Cerra made her eyes see the world as others see it. "Was there more you are going to ask or can I get back to what I was doing?"