Clary stopped in just after school, hoping to see more of the small tea shop. She'd come here to meet Magnus and Alec a few days before but hadn't gotten a very good look at it then. She took a seat towards the front left of the cute shop and pulled her sketchbook onto her lap. After a quick glance over the menu she ordered a mixed berry tart, a small plate of mini sandwiches and an orange blossom tea. It was relaxing though the music didn't exactly fit the feel of the rest of the shop.
Once she'd gotten her food she opened her sketchbook, her bright green eyes flicking around the room at the other customers and those standing behind the counter.
It was an interesting place. If she were to draw the shop itself it would be in the middle of a dense forest with a very clear paved road to it, perhaps a yellow road or a bright orange one? Clary lost herself to her thoughts while her pencil scratched across the paper in front of her. Without thinking about it she drew a collection of small animals at the foot of the road.
When she was finished with that sketch she'd take a small sip of her tea, nibble a bit of her food and then turn the page. She tried to imagine those who worked in the shop, how they'd stand or what they would wear in her pictures.
Clary was completely engrossed in her task, occasionally nibbling at the food placed at her table but otherwise only vaguely aware of those around her.
Clary Fray - April 10th [-ish] OPEN
Once she'd gotten her food she opened her sketchbook, her bright green eyes flicking around the room at the other customers and those standing behind the counter.
It was an interesting place. If she were to draw the shop itself it would be in the middle of a dense forest with a very clear paved road to it, perhaps a yellow road or a bright orange one? Clary lost herself to her thoughts while her pencil scratched across the paper in front of her. Without thinking about it she drew a collection of small animals at the foot of the road.
When she was finished with that sketch she'd take a small sip of her tea, nibble a bit of her food and then turn the page. She tried to imagine those who worked in the shop, how they'd stand or what they would wear in her pictures.
Clary was completely engrossed in her task, occasionally nibbling at the food placed at her table but otherwise only vaguely aware of those around her.