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 Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 8:52 pm
Ophelia nodded. "Yeah," she agreed, "I remembered someone wishing we could go there for real and I had to try it."
She left the statement ambiguous for a moment before unclipping the paper from the easel and putting it on the desk. She clipped another sheet of paper up in its place. The room smelled like paint.
Internally, she debated telling Wisp more about world painting. But it wasn't polite to brag, was it?
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 8:58 pm
"Wouldn't it be cool if we really could go there for real?" said the blonde a bit wistfully. "I mean, I love living here, but, like... sometimes I wish we could go somewhere and have our own place. I keep on thinking about having my own place. Like my headquarters. It'd be like that -- mountains and forests and meadows, lots of colour. Colour. Everywhere."
She dug in the pouch at her hip, and pulled out three small stars -- they were a light, clear, summery blue, and she offered them to Ophelia. "I made these from your eyes," she said smilingly, "I liked the colour, it's such a fantastic blue. You can break them open, it's just like paint, only it never wears off EVER, so be careful."
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 9:05 pm
Ophelia took the stars and held them up for a better look at them. Indeed, they were the color of her eyes. She smiled, feeling a bit more comfortable. If Wisp had magic and was showing it off, then she could tell Wisp about world painting.
"Thanks," she said, tucking them into her pocket. "They won't break accidentally, will they?" she asked, and looked at the paper in front of them again.
"We could go there for real," she said, popping the lids off a row of paints and dipping a brush into water the color of grass. "I've done it before. I can turn a painting into a door, if you want me to?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:10 am
Wisp's eyes went big and round. "Yes," she said, so emphatically that it nearly shook Ophelia's head of curls. "You can do this? Yes yes yes. Yes. Yes. Yes please. How come you didn't say you could do that before?!" Her eyes were nearly popping out of her head. "That is the most incredible amazingly wonderfullest thing I have ever heard, no lie. Can we go there right now?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:16 am
"We have to paint it, first," explained Ophelia, dipping her brush into some gray paint. The mountains came first when you called Urbanie, simple as that. In summoning a world, you had to work from the general to the specific, and the feeling and the name were the most specific of all.
She worked quickly. These paints took a long time to dry, which was good for her purposes, but they ran and blended easily, which made the whole thing look sort of impressionist. The mountains took form, and she moved onto the buildings.
"My dad's been teaching me," she explained as she worked, bringing the city into focus with each new brush stroke. Quick, messy work, but that was how World Painters had to work sometimes. Prosper could take hours on a painting, or he could do it in fifteen minutes. Intent was more important than effect. "He's a wizard with paints."
She wiped her brush on her shirt and dipped it into the blue. Here was the ocean, and then came green for the meadow. Little splashes of color.
She was about half an hour into the picture at this point. The paint glistened wetly.
"We're ready to name it," she explained. "Every world has a name and a feeling. You have to know its name and its feeling if you want to call it. Painting a picture of it's not enough."
"This one," she said, and focused on the painting. She found the loneliness tied to this world, and then continued, "Its name is 'Urbanie'."
At the sound of its name, the painting first warped and then sharpened into photorealistic clarity.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 6:57 pm
Wisp had watched, taking in every detail -- every brushstroke, fascinated, the wet shine of the paint as it morphed and shifted -- Urbanie suddenly became real, and she was certain that if she did reach out to touch it, it would be real.
"That's incredible," she said, and she sounded absurdly serious for Wisp. Reassuring, even. Nigh-on mature. "You have an incredible talent, Ophelia. This is fantastic."
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:58 pm
"That's not the half of it," said Ophelia, smiling a bit hesitantly. She had a few preparations to make - namely, slipping on a pair of sandals and grabbing a backpack out of the corner.
"Just in case," she explained, slipping it over her shoulder as she returned to the easel. "You ready?" she asked Wisp, and took firm hold of the other girl's wrist.
"Touch it on three," she said, reaching forwards with her other hand. "One, two..."
"Three."
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 9:05 pm
They both came out with "Three!" at the same time, Wisp's voice pitched a little higher from excitement, and their hands stretched out to touch it.
If she'd thought that she'd been utterly stymied for having an adventure before, she knew now that she had been utterly wrong!
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