Modern Magic (No more new members)

[AcidicEye]

Jay layd on the branch of a tree at the far side of the park. His art pad and pencil in hand, he began to scetch a small robin.

[Aireiya]

After a few more minutes of playing with the kids, Lumina told them that she wanted to rest. Smiling, a young girl led her to one of the benches there and told her to sit down.

[AcidicEye]

J noticed a girl sitting on a bench. Intreaged by how she was playing with the kids, he quickly scetched her with the children and hopped down from the tree. He walked over and pulled out the page that he had drawn her on. J streached his arm out to hand it to her.

Myst and Shane were at the very edge of the park now.

[Aireiya]

Lumina looked up when she saw the sketch. Her eyes met that of a boy's. "Erm, hi there," she greeted awkwardly, not knowing what to say as she accepted the sketch of herself.

[AcidicEye]

"You looked so happy when you were playing with them, so I drew it. I hope you don't mind." J said and smiled.

[Aireiya]

At this Lumina beamed and scooted over on the bench to make some room for him. "I'm Lumina, what's your name?" she asked.

[AcidicEye]

J sat down and continued to work on his drawing of a robin. It was actually really good too, but that wasn't a surprise if you saw his other drawings. He drew a female robin sitting at the edge of her nest and her mate on a twig on the opposite side. In the nest he drew three small eggs and started to shade the drawing to give it depth and life.

[Aireiya]

Lumina sat back and watched him, knowing better than to disturb an artist whilst he was working.

[AcidicEye]

J finished his drawing and signed the corner. He took a peice of paper out of his pocket and checked some thing off a list. He grinned. "Just three more orders to go and I can take a break." he said to himself. J turned to a new page and checked his list. His grin dissolved into a frown. "'You decide, but make sure it's good! ~ Mr. Diar of the Minor Arts Museum.'" he read. "Dang, I really hate Mike Dair, that guy never specifies an order, and he never pays for the drawings 'cause he thinks they stink." J grumbled. He nibbled at the end of his pencil, trying to think of some thing to draw.

[{ annah.]

((I is back but, I needs a recap please?))