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Entry tags:

elize lutus,
solas

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Who: Solas and you!
Broadcast: Text; universal
Action: On the Pathstone
When: Early morning of the 20th

I am looking for drawing tools. Charcoal, parchment, paints, anything of the like. I have credits I am willing to trade, but I find myself running low on my personal supplies.

[ Having left, his limited supplies of paints had been left to the Pathstone and Cole. Now he needs something to do with his hands and he feels almost... Twitchy with too much time on his hand. ]

Otherwise, I may offer artwork itself in trade. Any visitors to the Pathstone will have seen examples. Thank you.

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[They live on the same ship so this is entirely unnecessary, but that has never stopped Jove before and it's not likely to stop her now.]

I don't suppose you'd ever take to sketching on the opposite side of drawings you've already completed to save on parchment.

But how would I choose which side to hang?

I suppose it would be up to you to decide which side is most attractive.

And who am I to say that one side is worth more than another?

Well you are the artist, I would say if anyone has the right to decide it would be you.

Perhaps I will be forced to ask critique from my fellows.

[If he's anywhere near her room, he'll hear the soft sound of her laughter.]

I didn't know it would be such a difficult choice for you, Solas.

[ what kind of person would be near her room?? NOT SOLAS. ]

Some comparison between a father and his children may be justified here, da'len.

[suuuuuure]

I suppose there's no help for it, then. I have an old journal I haven't done anything with, if you'd like to take it until you have something better to work with.

I think you may have an ulterior motive, Jove.

Well that's decidedly unkind, hahren. What ulterior motive could I possibly have if I'm helping you avoid choosing between your favorite children?

If the drawings are in your book you would, in the end, get to keep them all for yourself.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Playing the innocent hardly suits you, lethallan.

And yet it so often has very good results. Do you want the journal or shall I let it continue to gather dust?

It would be an honour to put it to use.

Good. Shall I bring it to you, then?

Unless you'd rather I came to yours.

[It really doesn't matter who goes where, but instead of answering there's a knock at Solas' door just moments later.]

[ Fighting his laughter, Solas rises from his bed and walks over, opening his door. ]

Welcome, lethallan.

[With a smile, Jove hands over a carefully bound book with the image of a deer on it. It was something she'd gotten from Mor and always intended to use, but had never quite found a use for. This though, giving it to Solas to fill with his art, that's a far better use than anything she could have put the book to.]

I don't know if the paper is the quality you would prefer for drawing, but it's at least something to tide you over until we find a replacement.

It is lovely.

[ Solas nods, ushering her inside and moving to his chair. The room is as decorated as it's ever been, but there is a change - there are no gaps, now, nothing to suggest there was ever anything but art around the wall, painted from top to bottom. There's even a corner, strangely enough, that glitters - literally. That is thanks to the gift Elize had given him. ]

Sit, Jove.

[It doesn't take much prompting to get her to stay, so as soon as the offer is made Jove steps inside to take a seat on Solas' bed. The glittering wall has caught her attention, to, and she has to laugh softly.]

I see Elize has been providing you with supplies too.

It was a gift, to welcome me back to the Pathstone.

[ He moves, sitting on the bed - but at the opposite end, of course, to give her some space. Solas looks around the room, pensive and thoughtful as he holds onto the journal. As ever, he appears sad, haunted, but he says nothing of it. ]

I was running out of room, as you might see.

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