Originally Posted by
Thanqol
No one else was sleepdrawing. The girl was sitting in the third row to the far left, seemingly for the sole reason that it put her in proximity to a powerpoint for her laptop.
The chalice in the sketch was impressive, archaic, silver and studded with rubies. It was empty of liquid and perfectly polished. She watched as the unconscious hands switched between colours of pencils and gently smudged the outline where necessary - complex artistic tricks, even as the artist was drooling slightly. The girl was kind of frumpy; frizzy brown hair, nothing special.