Celeste was painting. She was so focused on her art that she didn't hear you coming.

You silently looked at her workshop for a bit. She was a world renowned prodigy and a national treasure. It was said that she was as relevant for the upcoming era as the greatests were in their time. She'd go down in history books

Her black and blonde dyed hair formed a bob that rested on her shoulders and her black eyes were focused on the canvas.