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At the corner of Winding Way and San Juan a Gallery that Vaeltia had only recently heard of was opening. It was a specialized collection centering on the empowerment of women, and considering her own art talent, it was something she saw as worth while.
The Blond artist was dressed in the same copper dress she had worn to the Reverence on new years, although with a different flare though the look was similar enough.
She had arrived half an hour after the gallery had opened and her eyes were almost immediately drawn to the watercolors along the first wall.