[Training] Beautiful flaws

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Hearing that the scar could be remedied, turned into something better and more beautiful was heartening. Maea tilted her head and considered the line that marred the otherwise pristine surface of the leather. Tucked a stray lock of ivory hair behind the ear. Hesitant, as if not entirely convinced she could still salvage the binding, she tried adding another line. "No, I dont think you are like that" she said softly. "I stopped believing everything Evie says a long time go. But Amalia... I don't know, Sam. We haven't really talked for years. Not since her grandmother passed." One line became two, two became three, and slowly a pattern began to take shape under her unskilled hands. Swirling shapes, like water spun by a fickle breeze or dark rags moving by some otherworldly wind. A face, a mask of nothingness stared back up from the surface with bottomless eyes, and though she had not intended to draw it the resemblance was still uncanny. For a while. Then she blinked, and the scratches faded into a mere mess of lines centered on an empty space in the center. Maea smiled ruefully. It really looked nothing like Ludo. Perhaps it was just as well. She had no idea how the fickle god would react to a drawing, and would not really care to find out. "I'm sorry too. For the way she spoke about you. For listening, even though I had no right to when I didn't know..." Looking up, she sought the green of the bookmaker's eyes and gazed at him in earnest. "I'm glad I was able to find out the truth though. A most pleasant surprise."