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Her pencil made more lines over the paper. Slowly but surely, the scratchy lines were changing into the image Aya saw in front of her.

"[i][b]Alas, my love, you do me wrong,
To cast me off discourteously.
For I have loved you well and long,
Delighting in your company[/b][/i]"

With the weather, the landscape and the general feel of the area, Aya couldn't resist. She carried the notes softly, almost timidly, letting them blend into the birdsong in the background.

Soon her image was complete. She put her pencil down and admired her work. She done herself well, one of her best to date. This one she had to show to her Patrician.

But not yet. This forest was so alluring, she couldn't resist staying.
"Just five minutes more." she whispered to herself "Then we'll go back."