There were a few things that Clary naturally carried with her. One of them was her backpack which rested comfortably between her shoulders blades. She couldn't say why but it was a reassuring weight. A finger ran over the strip but she didn't take it off to dive inside, not yet, she had a sketchbook with her but it wasn't the one that she often showed anyone. Knowing that someone might look through it felt... wrong.
She worried at her lower lip with her tea, turning her attention to Alec as he poured her tea. "Oh. Thank you." She took her tea straight, enjoying the heat as well as it's natural complex aroma. She took a small sip before placing down the tea cup.
Clary inhald deeply before pulling her backpack into her lap. She dug through her bag before pulling out her sketchbook. The witchlight she'd been give at the station had been looped around one of the spiral prongs making Clary stop and untangle it before finding the page in her book that seemed the most appropriate. There were a few symbols there, some of them looking more complicated than they should.
One mark on the page stood out more to Clary than the others. She'd drawn it on the top left of the page and it brought a word to mind as she looked at it: remember.
"I couldn't find any other marks on me and this one is fading." Which was weird for a tattoo. "But these are similar." She passed over her sketchbook, careful not to bump the tea while also feeling a bit nervous about the other strange creatures on the page. She was an excellent artist.
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She worried at her lower lip with her tea, turning her attention to Alec as he poured her tea. "Oh. Thank you." She took her tea straight, enjoying the heat as well as it's natural complex aroma. She took a small sip before placing down the tea cup.
Clary inhald deeply before pulling her backpack into her lap. She dug through her bag before pulling out her sketchbook. The witchlight she'd been give at the station had been looped around one of the spiral prongs making Clary stop and untangle it before finding the page in her book that seemed the most appropriate. There were a few symbols there, some of them looking more complicated than they should.
One mark on the page stood out more to Clary than the others. She'd drawn it on the top left of the page and it brought a word to mind as she looked at it: remember.
"I couldn't find any other marks on me and this one is fading." Which was weird for a tattoo. "But these are similar." She passed over her sketchbook, careful not to bump the tea while also feeling a bit nervous about the other strange creatures on the page. She was an excellent artist.