She reminded Malachite a bit of Jade. That girl was full of confidence but as soon as he paid her a compliment, she often became shy and didn’t know how to handle it. That made him sad. Didn’t she have anyone to cheer her on? Encourage her? Simply give her praise over her work? Maybe it was because he was a stranger and that was something she wasn’t used to handling. That idea made him worry slightly less and while she took in his appearance, he returned the same.
What did she see? He wasn’t vain, exactly, but he did take care of his appearance the best he could by wearing clean clothes and paying close attention to his hair. He didn’t ask, however, since he was enjoying her simple beauty. She seemed far too skinny but he had struggled for proper meals for a long time and wasn’t going to judge since he didn’t know her story. But he liked the understated look she had. Malachite doubted she would ever draw a crowd by walking into a room but when she caught an eye, she held it. At least, his gaze had been held and he oddly felt at ease around her.
So much so that he smiled and slipped into the vacant chair. “Only if you want to draw me. You could draw something else.” Malachite paused and then softly chuckled. “Sorry, I have a feeling we won’t get anywhere if we both keep shrugging and hoping the other decides. So, I’d be honoured if you drew me.” He settled into the chair, making himself comfortable since he had no idea how long it would take or if he would be allowed to move. It would definitely be a good test of his ability to sit still, that was for sure!
Then another thought hit him. One of the girls in his crew, still in her teens, sometimes tried to sell her art on the streets. She worked hard on her drawings and he liked the comics she quietly worked on at night about a street rat finding a magical item that gives her super powers and changes her life forever. But it made him realise that artists deserved compensation for what they did as much as anyone else. “But only if you’ll accept payment afterwards.”
What did she see? He wasn’t vain, exactly, but he did take care of his appearance the best he could by wearing clean clothes and paying close attention to his hair. He didn’t ask, however, since he was enjoying her simple beauty. She seemed far too skinny but he had struggled for proper meals for a long time and wasn’t going to judge since he didn’t know her story. But he liked the understated look she had. Malachite doubted she would ever draw a crowd by walking into a room but when she caught an eye, she held it. At least, his gaze had been held and he oddly felt at ease around her.
So much so that he smiled and slipped into the vacant chair. “Only if you want to draw me. You could draw something else.” Malachite paused and then softly chuckled. “Sorry, I have a feeling we won’t get anywhere if we both keep shrugging and hoping the other decides. So, I’d be honoured if you drew me.” He settled into the chair, making himself comfortable since he had no idea how long it would take or if he would be allowed to move. It would definitely be a good test of his ability to sit still, that was for sure!
Then another thought hit him. One of the girls in his crew, still in her teens, sometimes tried to sell her art on the streets. She worked hard on her drawings and he liked the comics she quietly worked on at night about a street rat finding a magical item that gives her super powers and changes her life forever. But it made him realise that artists deserved compensation for what they did as much as anyone else. “But only if you’ll accept payment afterwards.”
