Her small mottled grey hand settled into his much bigger one as she allowed him to lead her. "Does the scene in which I arrive--the soft pastels, or the oily black--does that reflect upon me? Am I causing that or is it just a randomly occurring thing?" It wasn't anything urgent, but she was curious.<br/>She tilted her chin up to look up through the boughs of the trees above them, the moon filtering through the leaves and dappling the ground with dancing beams of light. She was intent with everything that appeared before them, her curiosity and need of understanding gnawing relentlessly away at her, causing her to bite down on her lip in thought.