Chapter 65 The Sketch

• Reyna's
• I sat at the little table by the window, my pencil poised over the sketchpad. Dim light filtered through the curtains, casting soft murk around the room. The necklace lay before me, its intricate design glinting in the light. I could not help but trace the angles of the pendant with my eyes before I started in to sketch, trying to capture every little detail.
• It was weirdly soothing, the metrical sound my pencil made with the paper- the meter I had cleaved to in the chaos of everything that had happed. It was nearly like I could put all my feelings into this drawing, shut them down on paper, and make sense of it all.