<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/02/84/23/02842366d4e14cfcfbfbb84ed67f3073.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Reyansh Desai (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339010.msg16109860#msg16109860)<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>September 1st, 2022 | Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hogwarts Express<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Same outfit as the picture<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Travelling<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Quinn Hurst (Mellific)<br/><br/>Rey nodded as Quinn stated that she was adapting well. He supposed he couldn't really tell how it would feel to a foreigner, but magic was, fortunately, universal. As long as one could adjust to the existence of that and embrace it, there was no need to feel too out of place. But of course, this was coming from a wealthy pureblood such as himself, someone who, though held no prejudice, had it easy since he was born. "That's good," he told her with a bit of a cheeky smile. "Of course, if you ever need any more help adapting, I'd be happy to volunteer my time."<br/><br/>Quinn went on to explain that she'd never been to India before pointing out the similarities between the names of where they were from. "They do sound similar," he agreed with a chuckle. "As an artist, I think you'd quite enjoy visiting India if you ever decide to take a trip there," he told her. "Especially Jaipur, where I'm from. It's a regal city. Plenty of artistic inspiration." He knew he'd drawn inspiration several times from old, symmetrical architecture, and pristine marble sculptures. His was for poetry, of course, but he felt like the city was a perfect place for anyone to draw inspiration from.<br/><br/>As she spoke about her own art and how it was all based on interpretation, Rey nodded in understanding, feeling the exact same way about his poetry. "You're right," he replied with a smile. "I guess it's the same with poetry, since at the end of the day, they're words on a page, right? And words always have a tendency to be read different ways, depending on a person's way of thinking." He shrugged. "I think that's what makes art so beautiful though. So many people believe there's only one way to do things," he told her, thinking immediately of his parents and their one track mind, "but art proves that there really<em>isn't</em>one way of doing or seeing things."<br/><br/>Rey leaned forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees and fiddling with his journal while looking at Quinn and studying her as she explained that she couldn't do poetry, but enjoyed reading it. "Tell you what," he picked up his journal and waved in the air a bit. "From one artist to another, we could do a bit of an art exchange." Rey grinned. "What do you say?"