Nyraena Tiwele, Painter For Hire

[Peach 70]

Nyraena squeezes one eye shut in concentration, peering towards him with a calculating expression. She tilts her head with a bright smile, her mind already beginning to imagine the finished portrait. "Perhaps reposition your hands? They look a little bit unnatural to your side.."

 

Nyraena nods curtly and bends over her sketchpad, already scribbling furiously. She looks up occasionally at him, a tongue peeking out from her parted lips as her brows furrow in deep focus. Sounds of the quill scratching on the parchment can be faintly heard. 

[Lawrna 440]

A quite small teenage Mali’aheral girl peeps out from behind Trevor, looking at the painter with wide eyes.

Lelien’s head tilts a bit as her eyes flick over to the board, reading it.

A tiny smile appears on her lips.

She patiently waits behind Trevor, looking at her feet.

[Jchizz 115]

Ah, I believe Trevor's arms were already folded, not hanging at his sides :P.

[Praetor 1550]

After an elven week Aikanaro returns to the painters little establishment. His eyes glimmer eagerly at the prospect of reviewing his little work of art.

He looks a tad disappointed by the line but swiftly comes in behind the small elven girl, nodding politely to her and uttering a greeting before crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the fence, waiting patiently for his turn to come.

((Typed on iPod sorry for the shortness.))

[Peach 70]

Nyraena begins to unconsciously sketch the image of a head poking from the side. She pauses abruptly and blinks down at her parchment. Looking up with a warm smile, Nyraena beckons the child to the side, quill waving in the air.

"I can't have you appearing in this portrait now." She says in a friendly voice.

"I'm almost finished here," she continues, saying a little louder for Trevor's benefit.

 

"If you'd like... take a look at this, to pass the time as you wait." She motions to the leaflets by the board.

[Ford 1996]

As Ford, his snazzy outfit matching nicely wit his tanned skin, nears the Elven boat, he notices the group and walks towards them instead, completely forgetting to go on the boat as it heads off towards Elysium. Ford looks to the side, perusing the board with green text and nods slowly as his eyes skim across the words, smiling. “Well now! A painter? I guess it wouldn’t be too much trouble to get myself one, hm?” He looks at the price and shakes his head in disappointment. “A bit much for a painting, though,” he says, “but I guess I really didn’t have much to do with it in the first place…” Ford leans to the side and glances at the painter, watching Trevor standing still and the woman working behind her easel. He returns back to his original position and sighs, “I can wait…"

[Praetor 1550]

As Ford, his snazzy outfit matching nicely wit his tanned skin, nears the Human boat, he notices the group and walks towards them instead, completely forgetting to go on the boat as it heads off towards Elysium. Ford looks to the side, perusing the board with green text and nods slowly as his eyes skim across the words, smiling. “Well now! A painter? I guess it wouldn’t be too much trouble to get myself one, hm?” He looks at the price and shakes his head in disappointment. “A bit much for a painting, though,” he says, “but I guess I really didn’t have much to do with it in the first place…” Ford leans to the side and glances at the painter, watching Trevor standing still and the woman working behind her easel. He returns back to his original position and sighs, “I can wait…"

 

((I'm pretty sure this is at the Elven docks in Kalos :) ))

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien blinks. "O-oh, excuse me..." Her voice is quiet and hoarse, as if she has been yelling a lot.

 

She quickly moves away before taking one of the leaflets.

 

Lelien studies the drawings carfully as she waits.

[Peach 70]

Nyraena nods contently, surveying her work before turning her sketchpad to face Trevor.

 

 

"I think I've got all I need before I start painting. Is there anything I'm missing or I've overdone? I can make any necessary changes."

[Jchizz 115]

Trevor grins broadly. "It looks great. Fantastic, even. I appreciate it."

[Griff 166]

Vescour quietly approaches the strangely well-organized line forming near the Elven docks carrying a loaf of bread, a few freshly-baked potatoes and a fishing rod. Without as much as uttering a word, he brushes past the entire group and places the morsels of food next to Nyraena. 

 

"Don't forget to eat, sis!" he says before shoving a piece of bread into Nyraena's mouth. "You know how you get when you start painting. Best take a break before you you get swarmed."

 

Without even waiting for a reaction from Nyraena, Vescour turns to look at the various samples on the leaflet on the board. "Looks like you're getting better," he says, "remember to eat! I'm going fishing for a while, you better be swimming in minas by the time I get back!"

[Peach 70]

"Excellent! I'll return home shortly and transfer it onto a canvas. Return in a few elven days and it should be ready."

She hesitates a moment and a flash of uncertainty appear on her eyes. A smile quickly replaces it and she continues in a softer tone, "I'll be needing a deposit... if you will, sir."

Nyraena adds quickly before a misunderstanding begins, "Not that I don't trust you."

[Jchizz 115]

Trevor steps up to her and fishes into his pouch. "Yea yea, don't worry about it. Business is business. How much do ya need now? All three hundred?"

[Aptrotta 162]

Hydrose Goldhand notices the painter at work. The elegant paintings catch his interest. He thinks to himself "I must have one!" Hydrose quickly rushes toward the line to save himself a space.

[Peach 70]

"Half the amount is sufficient~" 

 

Her lips spread into a charming smile as she notices the line growing.