Post by madb on Feb 15, 2015 22:32:06 GMT -5
Liesol smiled as she thumbed absentmindedly through the pages of Z'kar's sketchbook. She was leaning against the wall of their weyr, months past the feeling of anxiety she'd felt when she'd arrived at Mavros. Unsure if she could offer anything to a dragon while she was a candidate. Unsure if she would be able to fit in with the other possible riders. Now here she was, with a lovely green friend who was always with her and always would be, and a not-dragon friend that had as much passion for art as she did.
Even if it... had taken them a while to act like friends? And they hadn't used the word yet, but even shy Liesol knew that at this point, they pretty much were. You could only have so many late night art talks with a person - particularly if you were both werylings and exhausted from all the work that entailed - and be ignorant to the fact that, yes, this was a very odd friendship but it was theirs, and it worked for them.
She traced the line of a figure he'd drawn, weighing it slightly against her own art out of bad habit, before correcting her mind into comparing it with real people. He had a very traditional sort of style, she wished to tell him that he should loosen up and let the movement and emotion take him instead of worrying overmuch about capturing it realistically - but Liesol wasn't sure how to bring that up without sounding as though she was attacking his style.
Instead, she turned the page. Her eyes went blank and her mouth dropped open.
She squeaked and threw the sketchbook near across the room, bringing her hands up to cover her suddenly red face.
Mine?! Somewhere, a young green awoke with a start. Are you unharmed? What has happened!
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to see it --" Liesol curled up closer into herself, as though becoming smaller would erase her embarrassment, "Not that I think its wrong! You can draw what inspires you! Oh, dear..." Her cheeks were burning up so badly, she thought she might be on fire!
Z'kar had nudes in his sketch book! if a thought could be a scandalized whisper, so this one sent to Hawedith would be.
Hawedith, of course, did not understand what 'nude' meant. Dragons, Lie supposed, always were nude. Which would explain when she attempted to communicate why this made her squeak, Hawey still seemed nonplussed. Of course dragons could not see the impropriety of it.
Liesol couldn't curl further into herself, but she wished she could, because surely Z'kar knew! And he knew that she had saw, and, oh, there was no way out of this...
Even if it... had taken them a while to act like friends? And they hadn't used the word yet, but even shy Liesol knew that at this point, they pretty much were. You could only have so many late night art talks with a person - particularly if you were both werylings and exhausted from all the work that entailed - and be ignorant to the fact that, yes, this was a very odd friendship but it was theirs, and it worked for them.
She traced the line of a figure he'd drawn, weighing it slightly against her own art out of bad habit, before correcting her mind into comparing it with real people. He had a very traditional sort of style, she wished to tell him that he should loosen up and let the movement and emotion take him instead of worrying overmuch about capturing it realistically - but Liesol wasn't sure how to bring that up without sounding as though she was attacking his style.
Instead, she turned the page. Her eyes went blank and her mouth dropped open.
She squeaked and threw the sketchbook near across the room, bringing her hands up to cover her suddenly red face.
Mine?! Somewhere, a young green awoke with a start. Are you unharmed? What has happened!
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to see it --" Liesol curled up closer into herself, as though becoming smaller would erase her embarrassment, "Not that I think its wrong! You can draw what inspires you! Oh, dear..." Her cheeks were burning up so badly, she thought she might be on fire!
Z'kar had nudes in his sketch book! if a thought could be a scandalized whisper, so this one sent to Hawedith would be.
Hawedith, of course, did not understand what 'nude' meant. Dragons, Lie supposed, always were nude. Which would explain when she attempted to communicate why this made her squeak, Hawey still seemed nonplussed. Of course dragons could not see the impropriety of it.
Liesol couldn't curl further into herself, but she wished she could, because surely Z'kar knew! And he knew that she had saw, and, oh, there was no way out of this...