Diplomatic Immunity: Wedding Bells a'Ringing

[Rystil Arden]

*Claudia nods.*

"Here--take a look."

*She hands him the sketchbook. On the front page is her current sketch. Using shading and line quality that fluctuates between wispy and ephemeral and dark and precise, Claudia has created a fairly unusual but still visually appealing triple-aspect portrait. In the center bottom of the page, tiny and afraid, huddled up with her arms over her knees and shivering, obscured as if inside a body or soul, is an innocent little girl with big wide eyes, who looks on powerlessly as facing outward in front is her full form, which is divided in two by a line that goes from sharp to wispy and shadowy. The right half has features of remarkable beauty and lighthearted joy, each one drawn precisely and perfectly to proportions, but the left is a shadowy, dark, wispy, and indistinct. Not ugly as if drawn poorly, but not beautiful--hazier, darker, perhaps a bit malevolent in nature. The background of it all is surrounded by wisps of shadows and rays of light that offset the portraited figures.*

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*Tiberius takes a few minutes to evaluate all the aspects of the sketch, even going so far as to trace some lines with a finger held close to the page.*

“What a remarkable drawing, dear heart, it captures the very quintessence of her existence I think, from the dual nature of her blessing, to the fear and helplessness that very nature causes,” Tiberius remarks, kissing Claudia as he hands the sketchbook back.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Tiberius takes a few minutes to evaluate all the aspects of the sketch, even going so far as to trace some lines with a finger held close to the page.*

“What a remarkable drawing, dear heart, it captures the very quintessence of her existence I think, from the dual nature of her blessing, to the fear and helplessness that very nature causes,” Tiberius remarks, kissing Claudia as he hands the sketchbook back.

"Well, at least you could tell who it was--if you thought it was a fish or something, I think I would have to smack you," Claudia laughs.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*The butler enters the room.*

"My lords and ladies, according to the schedule, this reception is to end quite soon. Of course, many of you have spare time now, and should you wish to continue, please do so. If not, there are staff waiting to assist any of our royal guests, and the other guests as well."

*He bows.*

 

[Bront]

Vasha grabs El, "Now's our time to change, if you want, we can see if any of my dresses will fit you."

[sblock=OOC]El is 7" taller, but only 15 pounds heavier (at 108, she's almost sickly thin, 120-130 is closer to a healthy thin btw, average woman runs about 5'6"-5'8" and 140-160 depending on age and other factors. Or at least according to the quick search I just did. Anyway, some of the dresses won't fit, but the shadowsilk one may...[/sblock]

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: Yay--I'm healthy thin and mid-average height! Oh wait, that's for women )

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

"Well, at least you could tell who it was--if you thought it was a fish or something, I think I would have to smack you," Claudia laughs.

“Well, that was my second guess,” Tiberius teases.

 

[Rystil Arden]

“Well, that was my second guess,” Tiberius teases.

*Claudia punches him softly on the shoulder.*

"Bah, you clearly have no eye for art," she sticks out her tongue.

 

[unleashed]

Tiberius Lucius Magnus, Male Praetor Warmage

*Claudia punches him softly on the shoulder.*

"Bah, you clearly have no eye for art," she sticks out her tongue.

“No, poor me, no eye for art at all,” Tiberius chuckles. “So shall we stay here, or head elsewhere for a while?”

 

[Rystil Arden]

“No, poor me, no eye for art at all,” Tiberius chuckles. “So shall we stay here, or head elsewhere for a while?”

"Whatever my lord prefers," Claudia whispers gently, kissing his ear, "Didn't you want to find somewhere...private?"