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Post by Memorie on Nov 29, 2006 20:08:39 GMT -5
K'leren approached the Golderider's door, arms laden with painting supplies. He had the color bricks, of course, made from the various plants and animals, and eggs to mix with it to make the vibrant colors needed to reflect the golden splendor. It was later in the evening of the same day as lunch time, with still enough good light to get a decent start on. None of K'leren's paintings happened in a day, and he expected himself to spend extra love and care of this one in particular.
He found her door and rapped smartly on it, hoping she would answer. His glass jars and runner-tail brushes were wobbling precariously on the end of his palette board, and he was nervous of the outcome if these important bits didn't get set down soon.
"Lady Ruet? Are you in?" He could only hope F'sen wasn't around.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 29, 2006 20:24:52 GMT -5
The tapping on the door was heard first by F'sen and then Ruet, though Sharieth wasn't the least bit suprised that they had visitors at this hour. F'sen had just finished a bath and Ruet was currently reading a letter from the mining hall, something about rennovations and improvements to be made on the Weyr's structure. Lyrai hated this sort of thing and Ruet was sort of on the edge of disliking it though for the betterment of the Weyr both were willing to read these things and respond accordingly.
F'sen answered the door, the just washed look about him apparent. "K'leren, pleasure to see you..." his words were well said but his tone said something different. Why was this Bronze rider calling on HIS woman? F'sen was seething inside but he remained jovial as always. "Rue, Winsecond K'leren is here to see you..." He spoke loudly as he normally did but she didn't pay him much mind.
Smiling genuinely at the man who entered got up and remarked, "Yes, we do have an appointment. Sharieth has been eager to begin." Rue commented, so as to make the meeting seem more innocent than it was. "F'sen, weren't you going to play cards tonight anyway?" The Weyrsecond managed a weak smile at his weyrmate but said nothing to her. In fact he rarely found the right words to say to her. He had always been so good with women, but never with her. He nodded to both the Goldrider and her Bronzerider friend then left the room obvioulsy angered.
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Post by Memorie on Nov 29, 2006 21:19:21 GMT -5
K'leren could have bursted with pleasure at F'sen's displeasure. He was obviously upset that K'leren had come to see Ruet. Good, he crowed mentally. Aloud, he said, "Thank you, Wingleader." K'leren entered the room confidently and crossed to a table to set his things down on. F'sen left, angry. K'leren hid a smile and smothered a laugh. Things were going perfect. "Good luck at the Cards, Wingleader!" he called after his superior, still holding back an excited giggle. It wouldn't do for Ruet to see him acting so childish. Instead, he turned to face her. "I hope I haven't started any issues, dear Lady." He smiled at her genuinely; for he was sorry for causing her strife. But d**n it, F'sen just wasn't deserving of her. "And how is Golden Sharieth?" he asked Ruet, knowing it was rude to address the dragon directly.
Outside, Nemenath, ever the gentle-dragon, waited for an invitation to join Sharieth on her ledge, if such an invitation existed. He would be okay with either; he knew that some dragons liked their space and shared their ledged with no one. But to sit next to the pale beauty would be, of course, magnificent.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 29, 2006 21:53:05 GMT -5
Ruet tried not to notice the way F'sen exited. They didn't speak much as it was. Tonight was not going to be a night to look forward to. "No. I would not worry about F'sen's attitude. He doesn't like me having male visitors in our weyr while he is absent." Ruet was stating that he didn't trust her. Trust ought to be the foundation of a relationship. F'sen didn't have relationships... he was still a boy in many ways.
"Sharieth is well and in great color today. I'm glad you decided to begin straight away. Had you waited she might have dulled..." Rue was now admiring the small Queen. Though she always liked recieving attention she was more than ready to get started on this painting thing. It sounded a bit boring, unless she was to spend the time with company. Wasanth was not there and the other Bronze was more of a phyisical beast than a talker. Perhaps she should invite Nemenath? Ruet smiled at her Queen's indecision. Go ahead dear. Nemenath won't be in the way.
Calling to the Bronze outside, with a sweet mental voice, Nemenath, would you care to join me?
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Post by Memorie on Nov 29, 2006 23:03:00 GMT -5
Of course, my brilliant Queen. Nothing would please me more. Nemenath lifted effortlessly into the skies, silently gliding to the weyrledge. His great bronze wings, so shining in the mid-afternoon light, swooped with ease as he landed. The Queen's consort was out somewhere, and Nemenath cared not where. Good afternoon, Gold Sharieth. It is a pleasure to share your ledge.
K'leren smiled. "He's very polite." He winked at Ruet, somewhat uncharacteristically. "And flirty." He began to mix the colors together in order to represent the bright sun shining off golden hide. He decided to leave Nemenath out of this picture, as it seemed that he might be too forward including the bronze. He went for his easil and canvas after mixing the base colors--brown, green, light blue--and set it up at a very advantageous angle. "It seems as though this weyr was built for painting. Look how the bright afternoon light shines on her pale golden hide, as though off of a smooth lake or off of early-morning leaves. And her trim shape is perfect. And her size is truly inspiring." He didn't sound as though he were trying to get on her good side. He simply believed these things, and was truly admiring. He shook his head and picked up his palette.
The brushes seemed to fly across the canvass, creating the backdrop for such a beauty.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 29, 2006 23:25:02 GMT -5
Sharieth moved over a bit to allow room for her companion. Greetings, Nemenath. Your rider is painting me...She added in explanation for why she called him to her. Queens had their Bronzes like Ladies had their knights. Sharieth wasn't one to boast a large number of Bronzes gaggling about her. She was unlike her sister and unlike young Amenth in that regard. Yes Sharieth loved attention but she wanted respect more.
Ruet only had eyes for the Gold right now, herself. It must be horrible to have to paint before such a beautiful subject. Sharieth didn't help when she moved about either. "I don't think I've ever heard of a Queen with her coloring before. She and Zhariath are both rather uniquely colored." The comment only made her watch her gold more. "I wouldn't worry about him. She is quite clever and if he does flirt, she'll know just how to seduce him without really committing herself to anything. Queens are good at gathering their Bronzes and keeping favorites." In other words, she was more worried for him than worried for what he might say to Shar.
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Post by Memorie on Nov 29, 2006 23:32:04 GMT -5
K'leren stopped painting. "Ruet, please ask Sharieth to make herself comfortable. Or pose her as you would like her painted." He smiled at the Gold. "Oh, of course. Nemenath, you better watch youself, my bronze." His shirt already had specks of paint on it, and he mixed more brown in on his palette to make an almost black color. He had changed into more comfortable trousers for the act, and he was glad he had. The breeches, while semi-comfortable, were not made for long periods of sitting on stools. They were made for sitting on dragon.
He rubbed his face, spreading a streak of paint from his eyebrow to his jawline. Laughing, he left it.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 30, 2006 17:33:10 GMT -5
Darling, please find a comfortable position and don't fidget!I was making room for Nemenath.Her tone spokoe of defiance though she had settled. Her body laid out, tail curling to her front she held her head high. Posing came naturally to her, as she knew it would.
Ruet didn't want to be rude so she didn't watch him as he painted her. It was her experience that people did not take well to other people watching them work. She sat next to K'leren, picking up the letter she had been reading. Every so often she stopped to look at Sharieth and her Bronze companion and that would get her looking at K'leren.
Of cuorse, Ruet knew she was a romantic fool but she also knew that the man beside her was much more comfortable to be with than F'sen. Here was no card loving, boisterous man, not that F'sen acted his age at all. K'leren seemed a bit more serious and respectful. All Bronzeriders had some amount of arrogance but she rather hoped he was not arrogant to the point that F'sen was.
Lowering her eyes once again to the parchment before her she heard Sharieth's latest comment to Nemenath. Does your rider paint many dragons?She would like to think herself better than the others he had painted. Well she ought to be. The thought of being immortalized in art before her sister or Amenth made her extremely happy.
Sharieth was not usually so competitive and the glow in her hide made Ruet wonder. Her flight was due then. The Goldrider should have recognized the signs sooner. It was obvious. Sharieth was never fidgety or defiant. The Queen wouldn't fly that night, of course but Ruet wondered how soon it would be. It may even be the next day. She shivered at the thought of another Turn with F'sen.
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Post by Memorie on Nov 30, 2006 21:59:34 GMT -5
K'leren didn't stop from his painting, but he did notice from the corner of his eye that Ruet was not near him. Instead, she was standing some distance away. Perhaps she thinks you will not let her watch you paint. K'leren nodded; that was more than likely. He painted a few more strokes--the base of the background--and balanced his palette on one knee.
"Ruet, if you would like to watch me paint, I have no problems with it. It can be fascinating to watch the picture unfold, even for me, the artist. And am I wrong in saying you haven't got to watch much painting?" He smiled invitingly at the young woman. She is gorgeous, he thought.
Oh, K'leren's painted some dragons, Golden Sharieth. But none have your beauty and splendor, nor your very beautiful coloring, if it's not too bold to say, my Queen. His eyes whirled slowly in varying shades of blue and green; he was enjoying his time here immensely. The ledge was warm, the sun bright, and the company exquisite. And the painting would be glamorous, as always.
K'leren almost asked about Sharieth's brilliant color, but he thought maybe it would be too forward. Instead, he waited for the young woman to join him. "Oh, and pull up a stool. We'll probably be here for a while."
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 30, 2006 22:39:26 GMT -5
The young woman looked up at K'leren when he asked if she wanted to watch. Of course she did! Don't just stand there like some deadglow.Sharieth spoke to her rider to get her moving. Shooting the Queen an unappreciative look she turned her attention back to K'leren. "I would love to." Ruet placed the letter with the other parchments she would be looking over later.
Taking the stool he mentioned, she sat down next to him, leaning in slightly to see what he had so far. She listen to him talk about painting. He must really enjoy it. "You are absolutely right, I have not seen anyone paint anything. Least of all a dragon." Her dragon being even more special than others. Ruet kept that to herself. She didn't know how close or far to sit but she was right next to him, only inches away really. It seeemed nearer for some reason.
Sharieth took the compliments as Queens did, Not too bold, Nemenath.The Queen wasn't ever talkative. So it was no suprise that she said little to him. It was a compliment that she had let him say those things without a long reply. When she spoke it was always with a reason to do so.
Ruet was not much different however she found herself looking at the man painting more than the painting itself. Hopefully he would not notice. In her mind she was already beggining to form questions about him and fill in some answers, like dreamers often did.
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Post by Memorie on Nov 30, 2006 23:04:13 GMT -5
He did notice her gaze on him, but did not comment on it. It would have been tactless for him to ask her, and he didn't want to ruin the fragile rapport he'd gained with her. But he did keep on painting, taking broad strokes with his left hand--his painting hand--and slowly, a picture began to form. A brilliant sun began to dazzle outside of a wide opening in what was soon going to be a cave opening. "Ruet, it would be fine if you wanted to talk. Occasionally, it helps to bring out the art." He smiled, wide enough for her to notice, and kept on. He washed out his brush and went for a narrowed, angled one. He loaded it with brownish grey paint.
The bronze crooned and laid his head down on top of his giant claws. There was really not much else to say, and an easy, comfortable silence fell over them. He closed the first two sets of lids and relaxed. It was very comforting.
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Post by hrsegrl on Nov 30, 2006 23:35:02 GMT -5
The Gold dragon shifted a moment but only minimally. She was comfortable next to the Bronze and glad he wasn't one to chat. That could be boring or annoying depending on who was doing the chatting. Ruet was jolted out of her thoughts by his words. "Oh." She wasn't sure what she should say. "How do you know exactly what paint to use?" She meant both color and texture. Brushes, she had heard were also important to painting.
Ruet wasn't taking an interest in painting just because K'leren was painting. She loved that sort of thing. It was sad that she had no skills there. Sharieth commented to Nemenath, My rider is a complete deadglow sometimes. Humans are hopeless...She was obviously irritated for no real reason that Ruet could divine. If the Queen was going to be testy than she would be. Her rider was not going to waste tiem trying to control her.
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Post by Memorie on Dec 2, 2006 15:53:59 GMT -5
"Well," K'leren said, "it's a matter of lighting, mixture, and, of course, color. Right now, the sun is shining through the ledge-mouth, and so the weyr has the appearance of being darker inside than what it is. The mouth of the weyr, it looks lighter in shade. They are, of course, the same color; what matters is how dark the shading is. As you can see," he continued, only long-winded when it came to his dragon and to painting, "I have allowed the grey-brown mixture to remain light in the beginning of the cave. But as I move the focus of the scenery further in, I mix it with a little bit of brown matter to deepen the shadows. The same will be true of the subject matter; Sharieth. She will begin with the lightest of yellow base coats, as she is so pale, and then I will add shades of green and brown until she is...herself." He smiled. That was probably more than he'd ever said to Ruet. "Textures are a matter of hand stroke. A brush is nothing without the critical driving force of the hand behind it." He demonstrated. "A novice would paint a stroke indifferently, such as this." He allowed his hand to slacken, creating a wide and clumpy sroke on the edge of his palette. "But a master," he said, "would never slacken such as that," and this time, his hand, under complete control, drove to the brush to produce a steady, just-thick-enough stroke. Perfection, though K'leren would never say so himself.
They are generally silly, Nemenath agreed. The Queen was agitated, and Nemenath felt mating rising soon. The thought made him purr; perhaps this pale beauty would be his and his alone.
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Post by hrsegrl on Dec 2, 2006 16:13:35 GMT -5
The way K'leren was speaking was different. She found herself becoming more interested in the subject as he spoke. He really ought to teach, he would be so good at it. Ruet thought perhaps, like herself, he could be good at whatever he chose to focus on. She watched, mesmerized by what he was doing. No one had ever taken the time to show her. "It is much more difficult than you make it look." Ruet appreciated that he was skilled in his painting.
"Perhaps one day I could try painting?" She questioned him. He would have to teach her of course. Today would not be a good day to do so, since Sharieth was in no mood to be painted by a novice. Ruet was certain he would not deny her but she didn't want to make it an order. There was not much she wouldn't try at least once. Truth be told, healing would always be her second greatest passion, her first being Sharieth.
The Gold was only too happy that the Bronze was on her side. Humans were silly indeed. If that girl didn't stop playing coy all the time, Sharieth might have to flame her herself...
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Post by Memorie on Dec 2, 2006 17:05:07 GMT -5
"I thank you, Lady. It has taken some time and practice to be able to get to this level of artistry. But it is also not hard to learn." K'leren smiled. The words, he spoke with no afflection of arrogance; they were simply the facts as K'leren knew them.
"Perhaps one day I could try painting?" Ruet asked, sounding more innocent and shy than ever. K'leren was genuinely surprised. He set down his palette on his lap and looked at her, smiling widely.
"Of course, Ruet. I'd be more than glad to teach you how. It's quite simple, once you get a hold on it." He smiled at her, very happy that he'd made it look fun enough to capture her interest. "If you'd like to keep watching me, you'll get some basics that way. But it's up to you." He picked up his palette and began again, this time slower, so she could see what he was doing.
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