Sketching and drawing were two things that Kel had enjoyed since he was young, and he had some skill with them. He'd never really done caricatures before, but Nate's countenance was identifiable beneath the exaggerated nose and teeth, the too-sharp jawline and narrow, villainous eyes. A cartoon villain, but one with a basis in reality, and the young hunter's hand occasionally shook and smudged a line as he remembered that fear-laced night and the Ascended's words whispering cold terror against his neck.
He couldn't match the man physically, but surely if he had toyed and bullied Kel in such a way, he'd indulged his darker vices with others? At least they'd know they weren't as alone as he'd been feeling, if they saw this.
"The Ark? Is that Jiao's boat, too?" he asked, attention perking up at the recognized name and a flicker of relief beneath his wariness at hearing a familiar connection. "How is she?"
His hand steadied as he began to block in the lank hair, filling in shadows with the charcoal and leaving the white paper unmarked where he wanted the light to strike his unwitting model. "Is Fangorn... I mean, I've never seen anything like him before," he admitted awkwardly. "What is he?"
He couldn't match the man physically, but surely if he had toyed and bullied Kel in such a way, he'd indulged his darker vices with others? At least they'd know they weren't as alone as he'd been feeling, if they saw this.
"The Ark? Is that Jiao's boat, too?" he asked, attention perking up at the recognized name and a flicker of relief beneath his wariness at hearing a familiar connection. "How is she?"
His hand steadied as he began to block in the lank hair, filling in shadows with the charcoal and leaving the white paper unmarked where he wanted the light to strike his unwitting model. "Is Fangorn... I mean, I've never seen anything like him before," he admitted awkwardly. "What is he?"
