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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2005 6:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2005 1:50 pm
{Second-chancers unite! xd Yeah...the extension was a relief. Much more time to get things done ^-^}
"Or that Lop's a killer unicorn, acting like her world is food, which it is...but prepared to attack at any moment!" Hester added helpfully, getting the gist of what he meant. Someone would have to be very dull to not take the scruffy mule for what she was, but being lucky wasn't a reason to complain! "Think of it as being so close you don't need to notice each other. I can't imagine such a social girl would ignore anyone, especially you." She tried to sound shocked; a hard feat when she could barely keep her face straight.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 8:03 am
Spade wondered how Tessa was doing, she stared off into space as she thought, only did the second part of his conversation snap her our of her pondering and get her attention back on him. The picture he did of her? She still had it. Digging into her back, she carefully took out the picture. Unfolding it, she presented it back to Alcion.
"If you wish to finish, I am more then willing to pose to help it's completion. I can understand how you might want to not leave something unfinished, or half done. How do you need me?"
She placed her hands by her face, and posed funny, trying to cheer him up.
"Like this? ...Or maybe like this?"
She posed again, and again, just trying to make the oddest poses to cheer him up. She had used this technique before, it was one of the ways she sheered up her brother when someone was against him doing what he wanted to do, and he came home sulking. She was hoping it would help take Alcion's mind off of worring about Tessa, and off his embaressment.
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2005 10:36 am
"Well, you don't have t-"
That sentence was cut off when he suddenly let out a laugh.
"No, no, that doesn't fit you at all !" He was laughing so hard, that he almost slipped into the fountain. However, he didn't, and the elf slowly managed to control his laughter.
"You don't need to pose…" He managed to finally finish his sentence. "I prefer when people don't in all actually… The portrait looks more natural this way."
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 8:25 am
She stopped posing and grined at him. She had made him a littler cheerier, so her mission was complete. She settled down and looked over to him.
"So no posing..." She nodded. "Alright. Is is ok if I work on my diary while you continue?"
She asked, wanting to add a few more plants she found into her log book and a entry or two in her diary.
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Posted: Thu Mar 10, 2005 1:13 pm
"That would be just fine." Alcion nodded, as he positioned himself to draw again.
"I always... found something that is missing in a portrait when the person poses. Its missing... something, I don't know, maybe because they try so hard to look perfect that it loses the essence that is them ? That would be what I do believe, at any rate..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 11, 2005 8:22 pm
"Oh aye, a regular butterfly of sociableness," Daithi said gravely, working (and failing) to keep from chuckling into his hand. Lop merely snorted at the two, flopping her ears about as she shook her head, then returned to her food. Daithi grinned at Hester, and gave her a wink.
"Well lass, tis been a fair pleasure talking with you, but I daresay tis getting a bit late in the afternoon - ye might be wanting to get on home to do whatever I've kept ye from. 'Course, if you've a mind to stay, I wouldn't say no. However, things are about to get fairly boring - I've picked up a few new toys and I'm likely going to spend the rest of the day messing about with them."
He nodded as if mostly to himself, extracting one from his pocket as he sat down, and began meticulously dismantling it.
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 7:39 am
"I suppose," Hester agreed, though with more than a touch of regret. Time flew far too quickly. At least there would be a clean room to greet her and things to dwell on there...she wouldn't mind staying, but it might be better to leave Daithi to his work.
She dipped her head in a slight curtsy. "Thank you both very much." she said politely. It felt a bit too solemn, so she added, "Especially Lop, who was kind enough not to leave," with a grin for the mule, "and you for the afternoon. Good luck on the dragons-if they end up flying, make sure to put a warning sign up!"
Giving a final wave, she turned and headed into the crowd, looking much more sure of the way than she had that morning. But the difficult part remained...getting back!
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Posted: Sun Mar 13, 2005 10:26 am
Spade nodded to Alcion and then let him get to work. She pulled out her diary from her book bag and opening it up. Fishing aorund the bag for a pencil, she found it and started to write.
She could understand how a piece of artwork might loose it's life if the person was posing. They were forcefully holding the pose, and not doing something that came natural to them. So she tried to focus her attentions else where so that his drawing would come out nice.
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2005 1:22 pm
And the elf drew in silence, deep in concentration as he seemed to try to catch every single details, no matter how small or insignificant they could be to the untrained eye, and transpose them all on the paper that laid in front of him. The piece of graphite danced into his hands, leaving a faint black trail, that would be made darker if he was satisfied of the line. Alcion was not truly picky in life, but his own art was another story altogether, showing inklings of the complete perfectionist he was only for a few things.
His deep, emerald eyes traveled from Spade to the paper, without stopping a moment to glance at the crowd. It was like if only the bestial and the paper existed in his mind at the very moment, as if he was trapped into a bubble that completely blocked out the outside world.
This went on for a long moment, minutes turning to half-hours before he could even notice it, then, finally, a content smile drew over his face. The artist was finally satisfied with his work. Glancing up at Spade again, he flipped the paper on the vertical so that she could see it.
"So, what would you think, miss Spade ? Is my rendition good enough ?"
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