It was a warm, peaceful afternoon in Konohagakure. Deidara was free from any stressful and demanding missions ordered of him by the Akatsuki, for the time being at least. So he was mindlessly wandering through the outskirts of Konohagakure, looking for anything worth entertainment. That was before his eye caught a girl, staring off into the distance with a sketchpad in her lap.

“An artist huh? What does she know about art…hm!” He mutters softly to himself as he begins to approach her.