Date: 2009-08-22 04:00 am (UTC)
There were shots of Pippa clearly posing under someone's direction to hold her body this way or that, photos where she hadn't been aware of the camera at all and her expressions ranged from completely lost to wry amusement and even downright silly. There were a few images of her working as well, though on what it was hard to tell from the angles and light--besides, the artist was the focus and not her art.

While Rory poked around her room, Pippa kept her word and showered quickly, washing her hair and rinsing the sweat and grime from her body. When she returned, her hands were full with a towel that she was using to dry her hair and her robe was loosely belted about her middle. "You found my pictures."

Just an observation, a comment to announce her presence even though she knew he didn't need one. "I don't like most of them, they're dreadful, but Marcello is insisting they be printed anyhow. He's entirely unreasonable that way." Pippa was looking over Rory's arm by that point and added with exasperation, "He prints those and I'll make him eat them and the proofs."

Pippa, wholly undignified with her eyes crossed and her mouth twisted in a disgusted expression as she held up a dead fish by the tail in what looked like a market stall somewhere. "You never saw that."

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