A sketchbook. A pencil. A sunny day and a drake.
Laetus hovered over a bench, looking and moving like he were sitting, but upon closer examination, he never actually touched his seat. There he sat-- er, floated, drake on his shoulder, a soda at his side, and a sketchbook in hand, with the frilled edges that remained of many carelessly torn out pages bunching up in the books ring binding. Laetus would sit there, tapping at the next blank page with his pencil to the rhythm of the music in his ears for quite a while before finally beginning to put marks on the page. For a time, all his focus would be on that page. As the picture would near completion, Laetus would groan, stop, tear the page out, and feed it to the chubby red and gold drake that sat upon his shoulder. The creature would happily consume it and burp up a fireball.
This pattern would repeat many times over as the day went on. Before he knew it, the sun was falling, the day drawing slowly to its end. Soon enough, the sky would be bathed in the red and orange glow of sunset. Laetus, however, had not seemed to notice. Even his own stomachs growling, which would normally take priority over anything, went unanswered.
Laetus hovered over a bench, looking and moving like he were sitting, but upon closer examination, he never actually touched his seat. There he sat-- er, floated, drake on his shoulder, a soda at his side, and a sketchbook in hand, with the frilled edges that remained of many carelessly torn out pages bunching up in the books ring binding. Laetus would sit there, tapping at the next blank page with his pencil to the rhythm of the music in his ears for quite a while before finally beginning to put marks on the page. For a time, all his focus would be on that page. As the picture would near completion, Laetus would groan, stop, tear the page out, and feed it to the chubby red and gold drake that sat upon his shoulder. The creature would happily consume it and burp up a fireball.
This pattern would repeat many times over as the day went on. Before he knew it, the sun was falling, the day drawing slowly to its end. Soon enough, the sky would be bathed in the red and orange glow of sunset. Laetus, however, had not seemed to notice. Even his own stomachs growling, which would normally take priority over anything, went unanswered.