Grace smiled as Rave slid over the sketchbook clasping it gently flipping it open to a blank page looking up at the smiling<span style="font-style: italic">Hero</span>. He seemed less anxious now as he flashed a winning smile to the silent room. The vivacious Rave was full of spunk as she called out to Dakota making him blush.<br/><br/>“Sounds like a plan” Grace said as her hand glided over the paper, her eyes moving from paper to subject. The food part well that was going to interesting for Grace. But she would say nothing to Rave or Dakota. A Harpy was cursed in such ways that everyday life was filled with so many issues. Her father and her had overcome many of these but still to be normal and out in the world made her curse that much harder.<br/><br/>But Grace made no notion of the workings of her mind. As her delicate fingers drew her subject this and that way. Her eyes flickering back and forth a slight shine of opal in her eyes. Being around those that were different like herself made her feel more like her other self the part hidden under her pale human skin. She loved and hated being hidden as she was but it also allowed her something the other’s could not.<span style="font-style: italic">Freedom</span>.<br/><br/>“So Rave where exactly as we going anyway’s?” Grace asked her body turning to face Rave and turning from Dakota. Leaving Dakota to see prime view of her back. Grace wore a long black tank with a sheer white cardigan leaving her back slightly viewable past her shoulder length curls.