Mythical Inspiration [Paradox]

Eve took a surprised step back when Argya transformed again. She watched in a fascinated manner, chuckling a few times because she felt like she was suddenly transported into the mythical world.

"Beautiful," she muttered again. She complemented Argya's human form this time, with the same palette for the hair and eyes, same everything except for the fact that she was now human.

She was a little bit surprised when Argya asked her to lead the way, because she didn't really mean that they had to do it today... Though of course, she'd be happy to take her there.

"Of course, dear. You aren't busy for the afternoon?" she asked, turning to the direction of the exit, though she remained beside Argya. "I usually just walk around town. I hope that's okay with you."

But Eve didn't mind. Actually, when Argya asked her, she beamed at her brightly and immediately nodded. "Why not?" she answered. "To be honest though, I've only been here for a couple of months myself, and there are things about this place I'm not yet familiar with. But I'll be happy to give you some company while you try to get to know the island. We can discover things together! Ah, that came out lame..." And then she laughed.

Eve guided Argya downtown. As they walked, she pointed to the places and shops she's been, like the cafés and some restaurants and pizza shop. She told her a great deal about them, telling her to try some out, or where the food was the best, or what she found beautiful in them.

Soon enough, they were in front of an apartment complex. Eve's studio was just on the first floor, the first door, and Eve happily invited Argya inside. It was already fixed. What welcomed them was a gallery-like room, with finished and unfinished paintings decorating the wall and some of Eve's art materials resting in a corner. There was a smaller room to the left, and that was where her real working area was, and there's also the stairs to her private territory upstairs.

"Welcome to my gallery!" She welcomed her, stretching her arms to gesture towards everything around them. "Make yourself comfortable! Do you want some snacks?"

Eve found her amusing. Not many people has gotten to see what her studio looked like, since it's only been a couple of weeks since she got to fix it with a friend and opened it for visitors. So she was really thrilled with that look on Argya's face.

"Let me grab some upstairs. I'll be back."

She headed inside the smaller room and went up the spiral stairs inside. Her apartment was upstairs, and she headed straight for the kitchen, passing by the receiving area with the large red couches and through a small hallway with wide windows draped with beautiful and long red curtains. She grabbed the large cookie jar she's been saving, and put all of the chocolate chip cookies inside onto a large bowl. And then she prepared some cold chocolate drink for the two of them. Setting them down on an oval-shaped wooden tray, with fancy etching on the handles, she hoped Argya wouldn't mind such sweet snacks. Eve had almost nothing but sweets for food beyond the main meals, her sweet tooth can't help it.

She was also thinking about what Argya said before they came here. About her riding on the beautiful creature's back to see the skies. She wanted that, of course. She was fine with heights. And she was wondering if she could make another painting for it. She's been so concentrated on aesthetics lately but hey, it's why she's in this island in the first place.

"I'm back!" she announced as she came out of the small room, carrying the tray with her. She set it down on an empty wooden end table, before grabbing two chairs from another corner so Argya could take a seat if she wanted to. And then Eve would join her. "I hope you don't mind sweets, my kitchen is full of nothing but them at the moment," she said, grinning sheepishly.

"Ah." Eve sat down as well and grabbed a cookie herself. She was relieved sweets were okay, since most people didn't like it as much.

Munching on the chocolate chip, she listened to Argya as she also looked around at her paintings. They all looked like they were taken out from the mythical world, from a fiction book, and she laughed when Argya pointed it out. "I don't like realism, see. While I can do it, I think it's already the camera's job to capture scenes from the real world, and unless something isn't worthy of a canvas, I won't paint it," she replied. "I base most of my paintings on solid things though. And then add any kind of fictitious element on them, to keep them from being purely realistic. And, well... about the paint, I've been painting my whole life so I ought to know them somehow right?" she offered another laugh, and then finished the cookie. "What about you, Argya? What kind of art do you make? You sound like you make some yourself, after all."