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Date Posted: 15:26:22 01/27/05 Thu
Author: .|. A .|.
Subject: Re: ~: Chapter One :~
In reply to: ~*J*~ 's message, "Re: ~: Chapter One :~" on 16:13:16 01/26/05 Wed

"That is simply it; it is a talent. Nothing gained through long years of dedication, no teachers explaining the ways to properly shade, only my hand and mind and eyes working together in a routine so inherantly easy to me to even I wonder how it works." He deftly twitched aside the corner of his deep marine over-tunic. Long ago he had discarded the protection of his armour upon arriving the the clandestine lea. It was revealed now that beneath the sapphire of his overrobe lay the pale silver sheen of a tunic left unlaced at the collar with the warmth of the summer air. Visible through the side slits of the outer layer, made for unhindered mobility in the sadde, was the grey-azure of riding pants before delving into dark, supple boots. Settling on the low boulder, the young lord shifted to face Lenariah as she leaned against the smooth bark of a tree. "No, if you really want to see someone who aquired talent not through blood but work, see my sister. She is a far more dedicated person that I could ever be. From the beginning, she knew what she wanted to do, and if she couldn't do it naturally, then she practiced every single hour she lived until it was a reflex. Even now she does it, up before the Sun and down with the Moon."

As he spoke, his hand flew madly across the fresh sheaf of parchment. Tiny specks of metallic graphite flew up as the rought paper's surface scratched at them. There would be a momentary lapse of motion as his cerulean eyes moved from the new sketch to his surroundings, and then the lithe hand was back to its art with wooden shaft in its grasp.

"But now, with this sudden change, I'm not sure what she will like. After all, he was her teacher." His gaze flickered upwards and caught Lenariah's. Noticing the questioning tide in her keen stare, he grinned slightly and replied. "'He' is Anatil. A wonderful person, quick with a good quip but mysterious all the same. No one really knows what's under the surface with that one." Tevion was back to looking at the emerging forms before him. "Ah, just stay there for a moment will you? Anyway, our dear Celefé rather some time ago decided that she wanted to be like him, that is, in career choice. What's so terrible about that you ask? To put it plainly, he is a Bladewraith. Nasty person to fool around with if they don't like you; killing is their kind art. I almost pity those who get the short end of the stick."

The end of the pencil tapped against his lower lip whilst he considered the finished piece before him. Satisfied, he gently tore out the page from his prized book and began to carefully roll it up, wary of smudging the tenderly placed lines. Plucking a new shoot of a pale, indigo blossom beside him, the young lord went on. "So, Celefé begins to train with Anatil. Practically the only time I saw her was at late meal, and even that was irregular. Threw herself into her work, as usual, but this time it's different." The flora in his hands was being twisted and contorted, though none of its beauty had faded. "You see, my sister has yet to be 'chosen' for such a line of duty. Even if she is, becoming a master might kill her."

He handed the rolled scroll to Leanrian, neatly held in its tubular form by the living bloom perfectly tied around it.

"And that is the story of my sister's life, to the extent of my knowledge which, I conceed, has its limitations."

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