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"I'm a bear bestial, yeah." He said, looking around. He didn't much like standing in the middle of the stall aisles. He was too big of a roadblock for one, too easy a target for another. He glanced over at the fountain, nodding towards it. "Shall we?"

His hand came up just slightly, hovering beside her in an instinctively protective motion. He didn't want to accidentally run over her or anything, after all. Though how much he would tell her was another matter. He wasn't much for talking, after all.

He almost laughed again at how much she talked, taking a seat on the ground, worried that his weight might be a bit too much for the fountain. But he leaned back against it, smirking slightly as he looked up at her. "I'm a fighter." He said simply, as if that explained everything.

"And I'm looking for some... information." he added, as an after thought. "Who told you?" He asked, changing the subject.

"A servant, huh..." He looked thoughtful for a second. He had been close to a servant for Janel, if you thought about it. But he had gained something from the experience. He wondered if this female did...

"I might find a fight, I might see how the gladiator rings are ran here. But I'm here to find out more about..." He nodded towards the artificer's stall where they had met. "Magic items." He finished, not knowing how else to describe them.

He watched her go for a second, mentally noting who she was, then stood, heading back to the artificer's stall. Hopefully this time he might find someone that could answer his question...

Alcion, again, was sitting by the fountain. Drawing anywhere else was out of question, the crowd was too likely to bump into you and completely ruin the sketch. The fountain still attracted a crowd, but you where much less likely to be bumped into, since the lack of merchant carts made for bigger space. Thus, it had become Alcion's sketching place of choice.

The young elf sighed a little, turning to a blank sheet. Crowds... That was all he had drawn since he had brought those supplies, and he was ratter bored of it. Alcion would and probably could never be someone who could just be told to draw or paint something, and do so - he had to feel like it, really, which was why the youngest son of Telperinquar En'Logist had never thought to pursue an actual career with his art. Especially since, frankly, he didn't need to at all.

It was then that green eyes caught on the unusual scene that Spade created. Oh, this was perfect... Quietly, he turned to see her better, and began to sketch again, starting with pale lines, geometrical forms that would eventually create her body.

The fact that she kept moving didn't seem to disturb Alcion much. As long as she was actually THERE, he could manage something. He was not the kind of artist to ask people to pose. He liked action, movement, and random things - things you would NEVER be able to get with a model posing for you and trying to be the prettiest it could. There was a certain... fluidity that didn't make it in the final piece, he thought. He liked that fluidity, and if he lost it in the process, he always found his art to be lacking, and not like the subject at all.

After all, especially when drawing a person, appearance is not all they are. The way they move, the way they react, the little gestures they did without truly realizing it, where all part of a person and the young elf found it saddening that some put this aspect behind in their art, and only focus on eyecandy. After all, not everything in the world was plain eyecandy... And it was what he liked to represent in his art. To bring a portrait to like, you needed this spark - it was one of the points he could argue for hours on ends without any second thought, and those where few and far in between, as the elven noble was too soft-spoken for his own good.

But none of this mattered at the moment. What did was the sheet of paper, and Spade. His movements became less broad, and more precise, working on actually turning the mass of shapes into an armadillo beastwoman, which would probably be no easy task for him, he knew. It was just not what he was used to draw, but he liked the idea of a challenge.

Alcion found it truly interesting. It was the first time he actually saw a bestial person from this close, having remained home most of his life before now. He much preferred reading and arts to travels of grand proportions, and didn't see much point in them, beside new landscapes to paint. He had no dreams of glory and grandeur, apart maybe his bottomless thirst of knowledge.

That fact would probably give Tessa problems if she was ever to write a song about him, but then the thought of asking her to do so never seemed to have crossed his mind... Especially not if they where as glorified as the one his father had her write on him. Alcion respected his father, yes, but he did not process all those qualities... neither did he, and neither did most living beings - no one could be perfection.

What would be the point of living, if you where perfect in every way ? What would there be left to do... ? Nothing, the elf believed. Thus, he did not aim for perfection, but ratter, he preferred to aim for the closest thing.

Spade's face was giving him problems. A pointed ear twitched slightly in thought, the many earrings it bore making a sight tingle that was lost in the sound of the crowd. Not willing to ruin an otherwise close sketch, he turned the page and decided to draw her face until he got it right.

Alcion froze, likewise, when her glance crossed his's. He seemed uncertain, himself - some people didn't LIKE to be drawn, after all. Maybe she was one of those people ? Hopefully she wouldn't be too mad if she was... He didn't really feel like either upsetting someone, or running like if he had a demon running right after him. That, and his dad would be unhappy if he heard of something like this happening...

Not really knowing what to do, he made a shy smile and, well, waved at her.