Maisy stopped before Mary, and brought herself down to her level- and if that level might mean joining her on perhaps a floor, then that was where Maisy would also be. Regardless, she looked at Mary's masterpiece with interest, looking at the individual pieces that were showing in the bowl.
"Maaa, it's preetty!" Maisy exclaimed, looking at the different colours of each piece. She squinted at the same time, to try and get a better look at the details (a difficulty at times for the sheep girl's eyes), though was soon enough pulled away from that at the curious scent of the paper due to the crayons. She sniffed the air before it instead.
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"Maaa, it's preetty!" Maisy exclaimed, looking at the different colours of each piece. She squinted at the same time, to try and get a better look at the details (a difficulty at times for the sheep girl's eyes), though was soon enough pulled away from that at the curious scent of the paper due to the crayons. She sniffed the air before it instead.
"It smeeellls."