Peach

Name: Marella Surname/House: Silverelm Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: Human Citizen Ship Class (A or B): B Physical Description Height: 5'5 Weight: 120 lbs Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Brunette Skin Color/Shade: Pale Outstanding Markings/Tattoos: None Personal Information Home Address: Hightower manor Nation of Residence (Choose one: Renatus, Salvus, Hanseti, Seventis): Wherever the imperial family aims to live Profession/Occupation: Maid Oath(s) of Loyalty For all classes of Citizenship: "I, Marella Silverelm, hereby swear my loyalty the Emperor of the Holy Oren Empire entirely by my free will. I swear to read and obey the laws of the Empire and understand the punishments and penalties that will be incurred should I violate the law."

"Perfectly ayla~" Nyraena's head dips down to her sketchpad once more. ((OOC: Sorry for the late response! I'll be continuing this thread but discontinuing my sketch thread after I clear the waiting list.))

Nyraena smiles towards the elven teen. "Now how would you like to pose, child? Anyway you feel comfortable- just remember that you must very still."

Nyraena waves to Trevor's retreating back, smiling pleasantly in a dreamlike expression. She starts suddenly, snapping out of her daydreams, her thoughts quickly retreating into the shadow's of her mind. She turns to Aislinn and motions to the line, answering smoothly with a warm smile. "Ah- I must still sketch a few others who have waited ever so patiently. You may join the line, or hope to find me around the elven island when I am not here." Nyraena gestures for Lelien to come forward.

"Half the amount is sufficient~" Her lips spread into a charming smile as she notices the line growing.

"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."

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."

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.

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.

Nyraena takes the sketchpad from her seat with a swift swoop of her arms, gliding down to the stool as she does. She motions dismissively in one hand, "In whichever position you'd like me to capture. It could be standing or sitting- as you like."

Nyraena blushes, giggling lightly in response as she takes the pamphlet from him. She bends down a little and returns the leaflet to its pocket. As she rights herself, Nyraena brushes a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. She gestures to the stool with both hands, a large grin planted on her face, "Shall we begin now? I only require a sketch."

Nyraena plucks the paper from his hand, folding it neatly across- corner matching corner. She bows her head in humble gratitude, "I will try my very best for you, sir." Nyraena pulls one leg behind the other and bends her knee into a smooth curtsy, "Return in an elven weeks time and it shall be completed. Van'ayla, good sir and have faith that it is left in good hands." She turns hopefully to the next customer, opening her arms in welcome, "Ah~ How can I help you, good sir?" The blonde elf produces a pamphlet from the pocket at the side of the board. She offers it to him with a bright smile, small wrinkles appearing at the corner of her eyes.

Nyraena's eyebrows sink into a "V" shape that almost flawlessly mirrors Aikanaro's. She looks down at the sketch in his hands, a warm smile immediately replacing the worried expression. She nods curtly, holding her chin up confidently while replying, "with such talent in art yourself, I can assure you that your lady friend will be painted in similar likeness." "Is there anything more I'd need to know?" She twirls a strand of her hair in her finger. Her other hand grasps the side of her trousers, twitching with excitement as ideas begin to swarm in her head. ((Post an app on the art thread. Include anything in particular that you like. Like a bust picture in a locket?)) Edit: ((And I have no idea with the minas system... If it doesn't work- consider it an IOU? lol))