Rexanna seemed to agree with his assessment of nobles; he realised belatedly she had at one point been one, though she didn't seem offended so he let it go with a nod and a small breath of laughter.
"Ah, so resourceful! I have done similar, with what was once curtains or a lady's dress. Indeed, many of my performer's clothes came from a noble's trash." Switching to a dark blue he added in the beginnings of finer details to the canvas, the flick of her eyelashes and dips of her knuckles, shadow under her nose. Quickly it was becoming a good likeness of Rexanna (portraits had always been his speciality) and he smiled at his progress.
"Did the magic come with the nobility? In my world the Doge certainly did not get fireworks on his fingertips." And a good thing too, he thought. "But do not fear, cara, I already had assumed you had not been a cruel Queen. I do not think it possible."
He added in the basis of highlights and shadows on the dress around her torso, blocked in the shadow on the couch. It was beginning to really take form now, only detail needed. Enough for a first sitting session. "What do you think so far?" He asked, picking up the edges and swivelling it in his hands so she could see.
"Ah, so resourceful! I have done similar, with what was once curtains or a lady's dress. Indeed, many of my performer's clothes came from a noble's trash." Switching to a dark blue he added in the beginnings of finer details to the canvas, the flick of her eyelashes and dips of her knuckles, shadow under her nose. Quickly it was becoming a good likeness of Rexanna (portraits had always been his speciality) and he smiled at his progress.
"Did the magic come with the nobility? In my world the Doge certainly did not get fireworks on his fingertips." And a good thing too, he thought. "But do not fear, cara, I already had assumed you had not been a cruel Queen. I do not think it possible."
He added in the basis of highlights and shadows on the dress around her torso, blocked in the shadow on the couch. It was beginning to really take form now, only detail needed. Enough for a first sitting session. "What do you think so far?" He asked, picking up the edges and swivelling it in his hands so she could see.
Bastien
With a flash of the ankle, snarl of the lip
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
I see you in the street and gasp
Cause only Anarchists are pretty
