Eragon

“Now this is more like it.”

Lucrecia smiled faintly to herself, the young woman appearing upon the shore of the lake almost as if out of thin air; surely a trick of the mind, for there was no way such a woman could possess an ability like that. In fact, looking at her, it was hard to attribute any kind of abilities to her; oddly coloured hair aside, her seemed like an ordinary human being, taking in the beautiful view of the lake front. She smiled faintly, extracting a cigarette from her lips and dropping it onto the grass, crushing it beneath the trainer at the end of a pair of jeans, raising a hand to shield her eyes from the sun’s gaze as she dropped down onto the grass, folding her legs in a meditative like stance.

“A day like his shouldn’t be spent cooped up in some smoky old bar,” she mumbled to herself, completely ignoring the fact that her old habit was probably what had helped contribute to that as she set her eyes upon the lake, it’s surface gleaming and sparkling in the reflected light of the sun above. Reaching into a pocket, unravelling a large piece of paper which she lay it upon the ground before her, a number of pencil lines already webbed across it. Plucking a pencil from behind her ear, she spun between her fingers and laughed lightly. “And a time like this is great for inspirati-”

Plop.

The raindrop splattered against the woman’s face, and for a moment, she blinked in confusion; an instant later, when the downpour brought upon by the akatsuki leader got into full swing, she grimaced, half hunched over. White bangs clung to a soaking face, and the drawing she had just unveiled, assaulted by the rain, was ruined, lead spreading across it, and paper destroyed.

“…Great…”

OOC: Yeah.. I figure(and from this you'll agree) I need practice >_>;;

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