Stardust and Sketchbooks

The golden hour always hit the Veridian University courtyard differently. It turned the red bricks of the Art & Design building into glowing embers and painted the cobblestone paths with long, violet shadows. For Elara, it was the perfect time to draw.She sat on her favorite stone bench, pulling her thick, cable-knit sweater tighter against the crisp autumn chill. Her auburn hair, loosely pinned up, caught the amber light as she bent over her worn leather sketchbook.