"Organic." Archebold responded to Bastien even though the question was asked to Rexanna . He flickered a fanged grin to both, eyes squinting as he observed the lantern in question.
His silent steps had made it appear as if the ascended being just poofed out of thin air...a fact Archebold was notorious for.
He would lift his ivory walking stick between them gently as he motioned along the designs.
"No stroke is manufactured. Each an organic piece, flaws and all...guided by hand..this particular design, brushed by a left-handed stroke, as the curvatures support...slightly jagged edges hint at early stages of arthritis but not enough to detour the creation of this peace.
Beauty in pain...rather poetic." He concluded as the tip of his stick traced along the painted lines.
"So much more to appearances if you take the time to read the lines presented before you."
His silent steps had made it appear as if the ascended being just poofed out of thin air...a fact Archebold was notorious for.
He would lift his ivory walking stick between them gently as he motioned along the designs.
"No stroke is manufactured. Each an organic piece, flaws and all...guided by hand..this particular design, brushed by a left-handed stroke, as the curvatures support...slightly jagged edges hint at early stages of arthritis but not enough to detour the creation of this peace.
Beauty in pain...rather poetic." He concluded as the tip of his stick traced along the painted lines.
"So much more to appearances if you take the time to read the lines presented before you."
