"The sketch! Right!," Raylyn smiled her attention snapping to Raijin as she opened the door for him. "Come in Raijin," still in her short pajama shorts and her tank she turned and spotted the sketchbook upon the floor. "Ummm...Wel to be honest I'm not sure what I was drawing," she chuckled as she flipped to the page, handing him the book. The man upon the page was definitely Raijin, but his shirt was flowy, much like a pagan shirt, and it was open exposing his chest. The sketched Raijin held a lyre within his grasp as a horse stood behind him in the open wheat field. Although it was just a sketch, in grades of grey, the man in the drawing seemed to hold your gaze, watching, and boring into the soul.<br/><br/>She shivered and fixed her dark brown locks of wavy hair. "I was trying to draw you playing in the square, but...This came out instead...I mean I'm not dissapointed or anything, it was just unexpected." Raylyn stepped back to sit on her bed and rubbed her cheeks in attempt to rid the dreaded blush.