화랑 - a tale of curiosity [ON HOLD]

🌸chapter seven🌸

Ji-ae arrived back at the palace with plenty of time to spare, in all of hope so that she would stay on the queen's good side for all the time she was here.

Ji-ae gave her horse to the stablemen, and asked that they groom him due to all the bags he has wrapped around his side. Ji-ae then had some people help her take her things to her room. She held all her paintings and art utensils, whilst the other people had her clothes, blankets and so on. Seeing how many people she had helping her, made her realize how much she had actually accumulated for the two years she had been here. She looked around her room and mentally mapped out where everything was going to go. Where the window was - a sheer curtain blowing from the breeze - made Ji-ae want to move her dresser against that wall. She looked at the dresser and then to the distance she had to move it and shrugged, preparing herself to move it. She emptied all of it's contents on to the floor, then shuffling it along the floorboards, huffing out when it was a perfect fit.

"Jewelry." She then kept repeating to herself, picking up several boxes to see their contents. Picking up the third box, she then found it and began sorting through it. She then lifted out all her favorite accessories, leaving the other ones in the drawer. She then moved on to makeup and placed that all neatly on the dresser and into organised sections in the drawer. When she was finally done with the dresser she moved onto her wardrobe. She pulled her heavy bag across the floor and pulled out her hanboks, studying every one to either be kept or thrown; most of them were keepers.

Finally, she reached her artist equipment and grabbed all her sketchbooks in a big bundle as she turned to face the spacious little corner she had left, purely for her hobby. She stacked her sketchbooks against the wall and set up the stand that she found in the palace - she didn't know if she stole it or saved it - she then placed her largest sketchbook on there before sifting through her old sketchbooks.

As she flicked through the pages she found the sketchbook she had to devoted to the drawing of people; specifically Hansung. She smiled as she recalled memories from their first face to face encounter, as well as her first encounter from seeing him from afar. The more she looked back on it, the more she found her self a bit of a creep, but smiled at the fact that Hansung just told her about herself, recalling those little details as they sat and talked. She then walked over to her drawers and placed that sketchbook in the top right hand drawer and closed it again. It was a nice keepsake, but she couldn't help but feel a little sadness since she was bound to stay inside the palace's walls.

Ji-ae then fell back onto her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She listened to the rhythm of her breathing for entertainment and when she got bored she noticed how her fingers started to become inpatient. She looked to that specific corner in her room and didn't think twice before going over there. She picked up her oil paints and applied decent amounts onto her mixing palette and then looked at the pad in front of her. 

Ji-ae then began to absentmindedly paint onto the canvas, still not knowing what to paint but when it came to her she just went with it.

What started out as blobs, soon turned into a work of art.