[open] The lion, the witch and the sketchpad

[growsowngoats]

It is a mild day, something to be grateful for when you have to spend most of it sitting outside. Siobhan has found herself a nice little perch between the paws of a lion statue, her little paper cup standing next to her. There are a few coins in there but it's a slow day. She doesn't mind, things aren't too dire. She has fastened some of her drawings on the lion, he's a helpful sort so he doesn't mind. If people stop for long enough to throw her a glance she will give them a smile and offer to draw their portrait if they can part with some change.

It would probably seem like a more attractive offer if her sketchpad wasn't so beaten up and she herself wasn't swaddled in ratty clothing that seems about to swallow her up, but you have to work with what you have, eh?

Her mother would think it a shameful thing, of course, begging. Especially since Sio does have some money coming in from other places. Then again her mother doesn't have to eat like a horse just to keep herself from wasting away. No, Mother's slender grace is the result of very careful planning indeed. Appearances are very important after all. You have to play the game.

Siobhan isn't interested in any of that. She just wants to meet some new people and scrounge up enough money for a snack.

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[knightscode]

"How about her?"

Lancelot flashes Siobhan a smile as another possible customer waves her off and carries on walking, gestures to Lily who is swishes her tail in greeting. Hello! Hello Siobhan! She remembers you! Where are your doughnuts today?

"If you're happy doing animals, that is. I can persuade her to sit still for a while with enough encouragement."

[broiling]

Usually Zuko kept his head down as he walked, it drew less attention to his scar thus less attention to him in general and no awkward questions or even awkwarder pity. But for some reason he looked up and saw Siobhan and slowed his walk. Words from a stranger echoed in his mind 'give your money to someone that actually needs it. There are plenty of homeless around, yeah?'. He stopped, looked at her pictures then took out a fiver from his pocket and put it in her paper cup.

"Nice drawings. You've got talent."

[anniesgonemad]

Annie was a kind-hearted woman. She was raised to be accepting of everyone, so long as they weren't a vampire, or trying to hurt her. Her family had been well-off enough, too, that they'd been able to give to charity quite often. Sure, on the island, there had hardly been 500 people, but when they had the opportunity, they always had.

Moving to London, Annie and her Grandmother hadn't changed this much at all. Today, walking through Trafalger Square, she caught sight of a young woman sitting between the paws of a lion who looked quite in need of a few coins. Normally, Annie would just pass her a few pounds. But from the way the drawings were pasted up, she had to believe the young woman was selling something.

So she wasn't begging. Which had to imply some sort of pride, something Annie could appreciate. Could understand. The problem was starting the conversation. That wasn't exactly her cup of tea. So, Annie approached her from the side, looking closer at the portraits. Finally, after a few minutes, she decides to comment. "Wow, you're, ah, uhm, really good."