Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2023 10:22:24 GMT -5
[for @donovan ]
The easel sitting at the end of the street caught Citra’s attention because she didn’t recognize what it was. Living in a city of very limited means, those in Elderkeep often crafted the bare necessities and little else, which made her knowledge of the world equally narrow. Curiosity urged her forward, so after a quick glance around failed to reveal any obvious threats, she made her way down the street, sticking close to the side of the road as she did so.
A canvas and little paint jars, something else she hadn’t seen before, rested on the wooden stand. When Citra drew near, she saw a sketch of sitting on its white surface. For a moment, the teenager considered the drawing before leaning around it to peer at the nearly identical scene that seemed to have inspired it. Huh. Blinking, she lightly ran a finger across one of the lines and lifted it to find no smudge across her skin. The canvas itself felt interesting too: a little rough, with some tension to it, like fabric stretched across two beams. Her attention shifted to the jars of paint, and she picked one up at random. Marked with labels she couldn’t read and therefore disregarded, they each held a different color. When she opened the one in her hand, Citra found a blue shade that reminded her of the sky. Dark eyes turned back to the sketch. Though somewhat familiar with dyes, she didn’t know that people would add color to a blank surface just because… because…
What was the point? The canvas itself looked unwieldy as a weapon, and though the paints could be thrown, she had more confidence in the dagger on her thigh. For another moment, she considered the jar of blue in her hand before casting another surreptitious glance around. If she didn’t see anyone, she would slip it into the makeshift satchel she had crafted from the sack of food that Elena had given her a while back. Paint might not be very useful to her, but perhaps it could be traded for something that was.