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Originally Posted by
Harron Peasley 
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As he rounded the corner, Dalton couldn't help but blink a few times. Just to make sure what he was seeing wasn't just some form of illusion. Of course, it wasn't until the girl mentioned 'frames' that he realised she was talking to the portraits.
Until then he'd been sure she was talking to thin air.
And now he wasn't sure exactly which was better. Yes, he knew the portraits spoke and moved, had noticed that over the past five years, but never had he witnessed someone trying to engage them in conversation. Most of the time he found them to be frightfully annoying and fairly presumptuous.
He cleared his throat loudly. "What are you doing?"
Come on portraits, speak to me. Tell the fairest of them all what she wants to hear.
Wait.... this wasnt a fairy tale.
Noelle's eyes were caught up in the portraits that she hadn't noticed noticed someone behind her. ... Bugger. She almost jumped when he cleared his throat and asked what she was doing.
Lie
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Oh... hello. Im just... making sure the portraits are well taken care of is all. " She wouldnt let him in on her little secret that they were good information givers. They watched the halls. Stood unnoticed alot. Really unappreciated, she thought.