-[DESCRIPTION: sitting at a shore and tending a fresh spool of thread to the spindle and whorl, jsh has back turned towards seer and barely looking at her- much less paying attenion as she speaks, rather wanting to just stare ahead at the horizon where sea and sky meet. ]-

yeah. seer sometimes needs the help that jsh can offer, but jsh is too much of a stubborn hard ass to be wanting to do anything with anyone so gotta tackle that fucker down.

and heres sketch. quite proud of the color choices- that wine splotch onto the water chefs kiss.

AND THen heres a little comic. and description are VITAL here because i can barely read my own hand writing a few months later in making this webpage goddamn.

jsh looking downwards minding own business with the spool and sighs heavily in tired boredom. then hears footsteps, disctictivly so that jsh knows exactly whos approaching. "HEY HEY JSH THERE YOU ARE" a loud shrill annoying voice calls out.

jsh closes eyes in bracing grimace as its none other than seer who continues talking. "finally i found you. been looking EVERYWHERE". jsh turns around in discontempt. "woo what a trek for me"

there seer is in view now, shes waving an arm out, "heya!" she cheerfully calls out. then wagging a finger she speaks out yet more, "now now whatever youre up to- dont get storming without me. hee hee hee" she seems rather unaware and or ignorant of just how strongly jsh is glaring down at her.

silently jsh turns around and stands up. looks at her for a moment and then bolts off running away from her, kicking sand up onto her face in the abscond.