Wooooowww!! Look at all of these!! Suzune trotted around, looking at each piece, mesmerized. Oh what joy! It might not be the real thing, but it was lovely to actually get to see some of Krasner's works!! That was something she'd been interested in. And gosh, these were beautiful, weren't they? She passed through, taking her time to soak in the paintings, read the titles and artists. She recognized quite a bit of these works and people, after all, what self-respecting female art enjoyer wouldn't know… Artemisia. Suzune frowned. She walked through the gallery a second time, looking at them all, parsing… something.
Oh the pains of knowing things. The pains of hurting. Of understanding. Of having learned in such a short time and having learned much earlier. This, in itself, painted a vivid picture.
The King is Dead.
She didn't have to know the whole story, really. Not yet. But she placed and hand on her mouth, and shed a few tears anyway.
What a way to tell a story, no? What a way to…
Ah. But this seemed all so deeply personal, that she had no right to say a word more about this. The tears should be enough.
Suzune snivveled and wiped her face. "… I'm sorry. It's fine, you know how it is when like, something so beautiful hits so hard!" She fanned herself with her hands and resolved to keep moving. "This is a lot, do we want to take the time to… sniff … Check behind them? We can split up the work!"
