Darius had been traveling through town, he had no desire to buy things and he wasn't there to talk to people. Darius just wanted to walk and breathe and be away from the house. He had been inspired from the meeting with the artist and wanted to do something. Of course, what that was he didn't know. Maybe he should try something other than people. But he liked painting faces that called to him and beauty should be immortalized and shared. He looked into a water barrel and considered maybe he should do a self portrait one day.

The man rubbed his chin in thought as he looked at himself before standing up to continue when he saw someone. It had been quick but he found his attention snatched already. He changed his course to follow for just a few steps, wanting a better look. It was like Sonia all over again. Like a muse given physical form, he felt like he had to paint them.

The Carrington hurried just a couple of steps to catch the young figure and held up a hand. He had to keep himself from grabbing the stranger as that was rude and could be seen as aggressive, so he tried to be considerate though his eagerness was clear on his face, "I am so very sorry to stop you but, have you ever thought about modeling?"