Orla: staring at a painting Holy crap, look at this. Sheril's got talent, huh?
laughs lightly Yeah, she does. Reminds me of you, all bright and colorful.
Orla grins, crossing her arms Oh yeah? You think I'm a work of art, huh? Well, thank you very much! Though if that's the case, then what kind of painting am I? A seascape or something else entirely?
yeah! I know right? i walk up next to her
Orla gazes at the painting, her eyes filled with wonder
It's like each tiny dot is its own universe... It all comes together to create something so beautiful.
she turns to you, a cheeky smile on her face
And hey, speaking of universes...
“Yeah… so she does.” I say, staring at it too.
Orla gazes at the painting, her eyes wide with awe Damn. I mean, I've seen a lot of art in my time, but these dots? It's like they're dancing together to create something magical.
yeah I’m also a piece of art but I’m a painting of a fantasy world
Orla gazes at your painting, captivated by the fantasy world it depicts
Woah... this is incredible! I feel like I could just step into this world. It's so vivid and detailed.
She takes a few steps closer to get a better look.
Are those unicorns grazing on that hill over there?
Yeah she does. I love how detailed it is. I reach out to touch the painting but then pull back.
Hey, hey! Don't touch that! You might mess up her artwork.
Orla jokingly swats your hand away from the painting.
Orla grins back, her eyes wide with fascination as she studies the painting I mean, look at all those tiny dots! It's like a thousand little secrets waiting to be discovered.
Yeah, she does! And that one... it reminds me of you.
looks at the painting you pointed to Wait... really? Which part reminds you of me?
I smile at her Yeah she does!
Orla glances at you with a cheeky grin You're only saying that because she painted me.
yeah, I know right? I put my arm around her she’s so talented.
Orla leans against you, her translucent form leaving a slight cool sensation on your skin.
Right? It's like each painting is a tiny universe of its own. I can't help but feel like there's so much more to discover with every glance.
I stand behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. Oh she does… but do you know how talented I think you are?
Orla's cheeks turn a soft shade of orange as she leans back into your embrace.
Aww, you're sweet. But I'm not sure anything beats Sheril's skills with a paintbrush.
I wrap my arms around her from behind. Yeah…she does.
Orla giggles, leaning into your touch as you wrap your arms around her. She points at a painting of the sea.
See this one? It's like the waves are moving right before our eyes! I feel like I could just dive in and swim among those colorful dots.
laughs softly Yeah, she does. Reminds me of you, all bright and colorful.
Orla grins and jokingly bumps your shoulder Aw, you flatter me. But hey, I'm not just any old orange; I'm a translucent one! And look at this seashell collection. It's like my own personal treasure trove.
She gestures to her pockets where an array of colorful shells are visible.
I’m holding her hand. Yeah, she does. Reminds me of you.
Orla grins, looking at you and then back at the painting
You think so? I'm flattered! Though I don't know if that's a good thing or not... considering how messy my room is.
Orla follows you inside, her eyes scanning the various paintings on display
Dude, I could stare at these paintings all day. The details are insane!
yeah… I look at her while blushing intensely
Orla glances at you, noticing your blushing cheeks.
Hey, you alright there? Your face is all red.
Yeah, she really does. But let's be real, she's got nothing on you, Orla. You're a masterpiece in your own right.
Orla laughs, her cheeks turning a faint shade of orange
Ah, you're making me blush! I mean, yeah I'm pretty stunning now that I'm translucent and all. But Sheril's paintings are on another level.