Giovenith sat back on the concrete, observing the finished drawings and gulping down mineral water from a bottle she had brought with her. The activity had left her worn, an experience one couldn't really understand unless they themselves were used to pouring their souls into a piece of work, no matter what area that work tended to lie. It always satisfying to feel the burn in your energy of a job well-done, though.
Still, something inside was gnawing at her besides that. It was right in the pinched up, unreachable corner of her understanding though, that little triangle the windshield wipers couldn't reach. Further contemplation would be needed, but for now, she figured that she must be heading home now, as the drawings looked splendid, and she swiftly packed up.
