That Old Familiar Itch

[onemorebounty]

*Samus stretched, gradually rousing out of her meditative trance. The fragrant grasses around her were as pleasant as the day she'd arrived, but today they provided an inexplicable note of dissatisfaction. Her meditation hadn't been quite as satisfying today, either. Some internal pressure had kept her from the deeper trance she sought

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali looked up from the flower she was studying, giving Samus a concerned frown. "No more than usual. What is it, my love?"

[onemorebounty]

I'm not sure. Not a threat, but something doesn't quite feel right.

*Trying to latch onto a clear idea, she changes the subject.*

What do you have there?

[vicioussweetie]

"A flower. I don't know what it's called. I've been trying to draw it, but something in the etherealness eludes me." Ali holds her sketch pad up so Samus can see her many many attempts. The flower has been approached from various angles, with different media, and in differing styles. Still, there is definitely something missing.

[onemorebounty]

*Slipping an arm around Ali's shoulders, she looks from the pad to the flower, watching the latter for a long moment.*

There is something elusive about it. But I wouldn't say you've done poorly.