[Honor]

Olivia pencil sketched roughly against the paper, and the familiar sound of pencil strokes make her feel at ease. "I like letters. I used to get some from Grammy- er Grandma - and they always spelled like her house. Clove and nutmeg." She smiled at the memory. Then she examined her rough sketch. It was Saya's hand, though originally she had just wanted to use his hand as a reference. The fingers were spread as if reaching for something, the muscles of his hand and what could be seen of his arm were clearly displayed. Olivia grinned. "I've been trying to get that pose right for the longest time." She turned the paper so Saya could see more clearly.