Hiding in a shadow cloaked corner, sketch book balanced delicately upon boney knees, a crimson haired girl bent seemingly intent on the stark white paper. Emerald eyes, glinting with an unknown light, carefully watched the moving figure in question from beneath thin eyebrows. Nimble fingers marking the stiff paper with heavy black lines. Ears perked to every sound within a mile radius, their points hidden beneath the sheath of red. Here she sat, drawing and contemplating the magic of existance.