Post by L.A.C.R.I.M.O.S.A on Sept 30, 2007 13:33:55 GMT -5
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"Aranel!" [trans.: princess]
Nothing...
"Aranel...?"
Nope.
...
...
"Aranel Ithilwen!!!"
Ithilwen curled her lip in frustration as she hissed through clenched teeth, "Man anírach cerin an le?!" [What do you want?!]
The avariel woman was seated comfortably in a chair before a large wooden desk located in the heart of a small, local library, her book out and open before her as she continued reading. She had chosen specifically not to use the larger library in her own home for one reason.
And that "reason" now stood directly behind her, breathing down her neck.
Ithilwen didn't need to turn around to identify her, as she knew that she would be met with the bright brown eyes, irritating grin, and flighty demeanor of her lady-in-waiting: Faelwen.
Faelwen gripped the back of her lady's chair with both hands, opening her mouth wide as if in preparation to make a very large and important statement, the likes of which should be heard not only by Ithilwen herself but by the entirety of the whole avariel population of Celebarda. Next came the long intake of breath, but it stopped short in her throat as the girl's curious, wandering eyes sauntered over to what Ithilwen was currently occupied reading. She instantly changed her subject.
"Man carel le? [What'cha doin?]"
"Reading."
"What'cha readin'?"
"A book."
"A book! What kind?!"
"A documentary of the ancient Anglo-Saxon gods."
"Oh, wow! That sounds mighty interesting."-she bent closer to examine the text, Ithilwen backing off slightly from her incoming face to preserve her own personal space.
"But it's written in a funny language, Aranel. I've never seen these runes before. What is it?"
Ithilwen's patience began to wear thin as she stated flatly,
"It's Anglo-Saxon scripture, Faelwen."
The girl was silent for a moment as she tried fruitlessly to decipher the complex collection of runes and glyphs, but all it resulted in was more puzzlement and, to Ithilwen's blatant disdain, more inquiry.
"So...what's it about?"
Take a guess, you frivolous twit.
The avariel woman snapped her book shut and turned to set her lady-in-waiting with a blank and vapid stare.
"Why are you here?"
Faelwen's face contorted in excitement with a broad grin as she remembered the reason for her being here in the first place, and she held up a finger pointedly, opened her mouth, took in a breath, and...-
".....I forgot!"
She smiled absentmindedly, turned tail, and skipped happily out of the library's exit.
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Time: Days. I procrastinate like crazy.
Utencils: Mechanical pencil, Tortillion stump/tissue for shading, and....my right hand. O.o;
Comments:
DEFINITION!- - The "Andrea" Shading Technique:
1) Shade wherever and however the hell you want, completely disregarding any source of light whatsoever.
2) Slap a title on it.
3) Call it "art".
No constructive criticism, por favor. This thing took me too damn long, so anyone who even attempts to tell me what to change/fix/etc. will be impaled with a thousand toothpicks, boiled in McDonald's grease, and fed afterward to Shamu the fat orca at Sea World. -___-;
Have a nice day.
