Sage chuckled slightly and rolled his eyes when the girl started to stutter, obviously at loss of something to say or do. He waved her off, more than happy to just talk. She didn't have to come up with something on the spot. "What's a game we can play sitting here," he asked.

Quinn snorted. "I have absolutely no idea." She answered, wishing she could Be of more help... but knowing she couldn't. Quinn glanced at Sage. "I honestly can't think of anything... ever since you got shot my brain did too." She muttered, leaning up against the wall and looking at the ceiling.

Sage sighed and nodded. It made sense...that she wouldn't really be in her right mind after something like that. He forgot that most people weren't used to being hunted, or having their friends...family in their case....hunted. After a few moments he grunted and glanced over at her. 'you didn't happen to bring paper and a pen or pencil, did you," he asked curiously. He liked to draw....that was something he could do like this.

Quinn tipped her head at his question. "As a matter of fact..." she murmured, standing and grabbing her back. She rummaged through it for a second before pulling out a decent sized notepad of blank paper and a pencil. "I draw... sometimes. Not that I really have much time." Quinn handed it to him and sat back down, knowing now he would draw... and eager to see what it was.

Sage felt a delighted grin form on his face when he reached for the paper. He had always spent his time drawing things out. It had really been developed into a sort of coping mechanism, to destress himself when he was upset or worried, but it was also just fun to do. A good way to pass the time. He was rather good at it too, so he ended up deciding to draw their horses prancing about in the meadow under the cave. He thought it was rather good, though he wanted it to be perfect. They really were beautiful animals.

Quinn smiled. The look of seeing Sage happy again... that was one she would cherish forever. She tipped her head and watched him draw, amazed to find what she thought of a perfect image of their horses just coming alive on the paper. "Wow... Sage I never knew you could draw that well!" Quinn said in awe, her eyes widened slightly. She got more comfortable and glanced out at the horses, then back to the paper. Every single detail seemed right, every line correctly proportioned. It was amazing.

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(Hey Sage teach me to draw like that will you? XD. I do draw but I'm better at dragons... so I'm trying to improve my skills on horses.)

(xD. Honestly, horses are just a bunch of circles and random lines. Not too hard once ya find your style lmao)

Sage looked over at Quinn when she spoke up and shrugged, a light blush settling on his face. He wasn't used to compliments, he supposed, but it did make his chest feel all warm and fuzzy. "I've had a lot of practice," he murmured sheepishly. "Sometimes getting things down on paper gets them out of my head. Don't be surprised if you wake up and I've been drawing out a nightmare all night long," he informed her quietly. Then he chuckled. "But the horses are always fun to draw. I think I've done a million of Chaos by now."

Quinn tipped her head. Why was he blushing.. had she said something? She shook that thought out of her mind and looked back at the paper. "Well that's definitely a good way to do it." She commented, smiling. "I mean I do some drawing... but I like to do Shadows. I'm not good at filling in the details." Quinn shrugged, curling her knees to her chest and leaning in, careful not to touch Sage, looking closer at the picture. "I love how you convey the muscle lines so accurately. That's one thing I'm not good at. And the eye... you make it look so lifelike." Quinn mused, thinking about what she could improve

Sage chuckled lightly at the girl, leaning into her when she curled up next to him. "Well, like I said, I've had a lot of practice," he hummed. "Shadows look cool too though," he mused with a shrug. He chuckled lightly at her comments and set it down to look at it, having pretty much finished. He leaned his head over in her shoulder with a sigh and after a few moments yawned before flopping down (gently) and resting his head on her leg, now tired.

ng and continued to study it. The mane was perfectly proportioned and looked normal, the legs looked like legs instead of sticks... she could never get the hooves to look right. Quinn could study a picture of a galloping horse for hours and not get the right bends or shapes in the legs. So she studied this drawing... iver and over, running her eyes over every detail. Trying to memorize it.