TWOROWANHot Gossip“Celestia, you look radiant this evening,” I murmured, extending the bouquet I was holding toward the mirror.No, far too stiff, I mentally chided before trying again. And too focused on her looks. Any Casanova can see she’s beautiful, compliment something that actually reflects her!“Celestia, these are for you. I thought perhaps you could use them in one of your amazing artworks.”Yes, that was it. Celestia was a painter, a sculptor, and enjoyed working with mixed mediums. In the year or so that we’d been talking, she’d gone on numerous tangents about the different uses of organic and non-organic found materials that could tell a story within a piece, and I swore she glowed every time.That was probably just my perception, however, as I always got a bit caught up when I saw someone being passionate about something they loved. It was like a siren song to me, and I had yet to find a reason to resist the call. There was so much joy in creation, and although I wasn’
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