Sketching Fire((OPEN))

[menta]

Brook bit her lip as she looked down at her pad, writing stick posied looesly in her blackened fingers. A strand of read hair in her slightly too long bangs drooped into her eye. It was late, probably around midnight, but she just couldn't go to bed. She's been sitting there, by the fire for hours on this task. She was trying to draw fire. She knew how to draw as a stganant image, a snapshot of itself, but she was having trouble really drawing fire. It was so alive, so wild, so untamed. Hit flickered and hissed and spat, shot up and then retracted. Every time she tried to find its shape, the shape was gone, replaced by a whole new one. It was annoying but makign her oddly obsessive. Several sheets lay ripped and thrown out around her feet. Her current drawing was smudged and redone several times.

How was she going to do it? How was she going to capture the spirit of fire?

[hrsegrl]

Elske entered with her usual flamboyance. Her shirt was scarlet followed by tight, black pants. A smile radiated from her face, causing her to look younger than she was. The Weyrhall was quiet this time of night. Not that she cared. Meeting a drudge at the Night hearth she asked quietly for a cup of klah before plopping into a chair next to a girl. What was she staring at the fire like that for? Some people were odd.

"You know there are better ways to think... none of which include staring into a fire. You can ruin your night vision if you do that too much. Thats what my ma always did say." The drudge handed her her klah and winked. They were old friends after all. "I'm Elske. Sorry if I interrupted but it does seem you are thinking too hard."

[menta]

Brook but down her work as she heard another girl speak. She put down her work and gave a half smile. "You are probably right." she rubbed her eyes, everything was getting kind of blurry. "I'm Brook," She smiled and tore out the page she had been working on. She frowned as she saw the page behind it and closed it quickly. The drawing behind it had been a picture of her brother. Her favorite brother. Her late favorite brother. she bit her lip and put the bad memeories aside. "Its good to meet you." She said and stuck out her hand, smiling brightly.

She always liked meeting bew people, that put her in a good mood.

[hrsegrl]

Elske took the young woman's hand and smiled at her brightly. "Ahh. It looks like you have had a long day. People here are too stressed if you ask me. Not that anyone asks greenriders anything." Thats because we have so much to say.Isleith remarked wittily. I've half a mind to ground you, ya little brat.Thats no way to talk to your favorite dragon...My only dragon...Isleith gave an impression of a mental chuckle.

"Dragons always have so much to say. At least mine always does." She winked at the girl light heartedly. "Shells and Shards had I known how dead the hearth would be tonight I might not have come..." Elske had come looking for some kind of drinking party or perhaps some poker. Ah well timing was everything. She sipped her klah. "So tell me Brook, what do you do here? Since the Weyr doesn't hire painters."

[menta]

Brook looked at her, "Greenrider hunh?" Many people had thought she would make a good greenrider, but she only wanted Gold...but she didn't hold it against greenriders. She was friendly to most. Besides, any dragon is better than none. "Aye." Brook nodded, "I was looking for some fun too...but i just started sketching when i didn't see anyone." She grinned. This was her kind of girl.

She tilted her head, "Well you'd be surprised how many odd jobs i can pick up. You dragonrider folk love your portraits. And i'm a candidate too."

[hrsegrl]

There may be more need for painters than she had thought previously. In fact it would be intereseting to have a painting of her family and Isleith. Only she would be missing people...well that wouldn't do. There was no way her ex lovers would stay around her long enough to get a portrait done with their children. Elske wasn't the type to hang a painting of herself. It would only make her more self centered.

"Ah. Best of luck with Zhariath clutching soon." Not that there was anyway to tell if the girl would impress or not. It seemed to her that Sharieth would be flying soon too. Plenty of oppurtunity for a young girl. Brook seemed to be a nice enough person. "Would you like to split a wine skin with me?" She was in the mood for some, though she wondered if the girl would trust her about that. Greenriders weren't necessarily safe to be around just because they rode a lesser color.