Post by ‡§åkørü‡ on Mar 19, 2011 20:59:12 GMT -8
"Oh. That's a shame." It was, too. Now that M'rao had decided she wanted to see herself on paper, she was determined to get a picture of herself. She, unlike Erunei, did notice the stutter, and she cocked a brow, just a little bit. So the artist was flustered...! Not that she hadn't been able to tell already, but was she trying to get out of drawing the greenrider? That just added a whole new level of fun: how to get the artist to draw M'rao, without looking too desperate. Already the rider's mind was working to solve the problem, even as she took in what Erunei was saying. "That's all right. I suppose it would get cold, too, wouldn't it?" She chuckled softly, then paused and grinned. "You could try, if you like, even if it wouldn't look like me."
A far more appealing alternative soon presented itself, however, and the redhead latched onto that in the same way a starving man would grab a steak. The artist was obviously thinking, because she took a second to reply, although M'rao had no way of knowing what exactly her thoughts might be. She appeared to be wearing Erunei down, though, because the artist said that she 'could' do a picture. Already feeling a little bit triumphant, the redhead nodded and smiles. "That would be fine. I'm good at sitting still," she added cheerfully. And other things, too, but she wasn't going to mention them right now.
Pondering for a moment, the rider flipped a strand of hair out of her face and then spoke. "I've always liked paintings. If you're willing, care to start tomorrow?" She grinned. "Wouldn't want to keep you up too terribly late, after all. Assuming you're not nocturnal. I hear it's difficult to draw well if you get tired." Shrugging as if this statement may or may not have any kind of basis in truth, M'rao idly stretched her back, and then settled back to the way she had been before.
[/center]A far more appealing alternative soon presented itself, however, and the redhead latched onto that in the same way a starving man would grab a steak. The artist was obviously thinking, because she took a second to reply, although M'rao had no way of knowing what exactly her thoughts might be. She appeared to be wearing Erunei down, though, because the artist said that she 'could' do a picture. Already feeling a little bit triumphant, the redhead nodded and smiles. "That would be fine. I'm good at sitting still," she added cheerfully. And other things, too, but she wasn't going to mention them right now.
Pondering for a moment, the rider flipped a strand of hair out of her face and then spoke. "I've always liked paintings. If you're willing, care to start tomorrow?" She grinned. "Wouldn't want to keep you up too terribly late, after all. Assuming you're not nocturnal. I hear it's difficult to draw well if you get tired." Shrugging as if this statement may or may not have any kind of basis in truth, M'rao idly stretched her back, and then settled back to the way she had been before.
