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[dirth]

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.

Comments

voice;

[princessia]

Do you like pink, Solas? [ Are you a pinkist...? ] I don't have any paints though. Only markers, pens, and pencils.

voice;

[dirth]

I see no reason not to like pink. It is a colour, and all are necessary in art. [ He smiles, softly. ] Would you be willing to show me a 'marker'?

voice;

[princessia]

I can show you! [ She sounds very thrilled about having the chance to show off her knowledge of markers! She didn't really know what they were at first either. ] I have all my supplies in my personnel room. Or I can go to you?

voice;

[dirth]

[ Teacher turned tutee; he can't help his smile. ]

I can show you some of my drawings if you would like to come to my personnel room, Elize.

voice;

[princessia]

I wanna see!

[ Because she knows he's talented and the drawings most likely look amazing. Elize only picked up drawing and coloring as a regular hobby when she arrived on the fleet.

The sound of her rummaging around, gathering her supplies can be heard through the feed. ]

I'll be right there.

voice;

[dirth]

Then my door is open to you.

[ His room and the hallway around it is decorated, after all, and it has been since his first venture onto the fleet. The entire ship has been sketched and marked with Solas' absent artistry, dictating their travels even as he tries to reign himself in.

He has to fight back his laughter, of course, because she is a delight. ]

I will be waiting.

[princessia]

[ Being on the same ship, it doesn't take long for her to show up. Elize gives a light knock on his door before stepping inside. In one hand she has assorted markers and pens and in the other, a handmade pinwheel that appears to be colored in with pink marker ink.

Her doll is trailing along behind her, levitating in midair from a simple spirit arte that she cast upon it. She's only using the stuffed animal to carry additional materials such as paper in its mouth. ]

Hello, Solas?

[dirth]

Elize.

[ Solas stands from where he had been almost lounging at his desk, putting the book he'd been reading to one side before he greets her. It's obvious, now, why he might need more artistic tools - the entire room is covered in murals, no space not drawn upon or charcoaled over, and there's very little room for much else.

There's even a small corner that seems to shimmer in the light... From glitter paint. ]

Please, come in.

[princessia]

[ Elize enters the room upon hearing Solas's voice, followed by her hovering doll assistant. When she steps further inside, she slowly turns in circles to inspect the walls.

Her eyes are drawn to the shining corner and she smiles even more. Despite a small amount of glitter paint covering the corner, she's delighted he managed to put her gift to use. ]

Your room is amazing!

[dirth]

[ It's obvious that he softens when she's inside, a little more comfortable with her than he might be with someone else. He doesn't bother with having the door closed; the artwork already seeps out into the hallways and he doesn't bother hiding it anymore.

Elize's smile makes him smile in return, and he shakes his head. ]

Thank you. I am only glad so much of it remained during my absence.

[princessia]

I brought the markers and some paper.

[ As well as some pens and pencils mixed in there. There's a minimal amount of colors that aren't a shade of pink, just as she mentioned. Hopefully he doesn't mind that she and her doll set the materials on his desk. Her hands are a bit full.

But she keeps the pinwheel that she brought along in her hand, holding it up to show off to Solas. The wheel part is colored in with various shades of pink. ]

Oh... Cole... he made this for me! It's called a pinwheel. I colored the spinning part with those markers...

[dirth]

I cannot wait to see them.

[ Solas does move, shifting forward to look at all the things she and her puppet had brought, interested and curious, wanting to learn more and know more. He's quick to move, too, helping her place things on his desk and drawing out the chair for her to sit on, if she wants. Never let it b said that Solas wasn't a gentleman.

The pinwheel does get his attention, however, and he shifts down to look at it, reaching out to press his fingers along the colours. ]

It's very beautiful. [ Solas nods his head, once. ] I think I may be able to guess your favourite colour.

[princessia]

[ And Elize sits in the chair, nodding her head as a silent thank you. The doll settles down into her lap, silent. Fortunately for him and anyone else that knows Elize, Hoppo is a normal doll that doesn't speak. Not like Elize's other doll back home.

She keeps the pinwheel held out, allowing him to examine it. She smiles proudly at his comment. A "propinkist", right here. ]

If you blow air on it, it spins! It kind of reminds me of the windmills in Sharilton. Those ones are really big and requires spirit artes to move.

[dirth]

Spirit artes are magic, yes? It appears quite different from the kind that I am used to.

[ And, as if to prove his point, Solas waves his hand over the candle upon his desk - blue flame flickers into place until he flicks his fingers and it's snuffed out. ]

It seems like a very clever thing to make. Cole must have worked hard.

[ And he sounds somewhat like a proud parent. ]

[princessia]

That's right!

[ She sounds mildly surprised that he understood what she meant so quickly. Often times, she has to switch to the more "common" term among the fleet: magic.

Her eyes watch the candle, easily amused by the simple show of magic. Granted, she's also capable performing amazing feats of magic, but it's nothing instant. Unless you use a spyrix. ]

Spirit artes requires a channeling circle and forming a pact with the spirits.

[ She blows a little bit of air onto the wheel and watches it spin. ]

Cole works hard on his drawings too!

[dirth]

[ Solas is a quick study, and he doesn't allow it to be anything else. He's spoken to Mikleo and heard things, here and there, but not enough to really know. Perhaps he can ask Elize about it at another time - not today, not now, when they're having a quiet moment together. ]

Ah, a pact with spirits? That sounds remarkably unique. Not many in my world would dare make such a partnership.

[ Fear of demons is a real threat, at least, and he leans forward to watch it spin. ]

He has done well, hasn't he? I'm very impressed.

[princessia]

Why? Is it because people are afraid of the hostile spirits?

[ She and Mikleo aren't of the same world, but from what she has learned of seraphim, the elemental spirits of Rieze Maxia and the seraphim work similarly. Symbiosis with spirits is similar to what Mikleo would call armatus. ]

Very well! I have some of Cole's drawings hanging on the walls of my room. He drew a nug, the Iron Bull, Rhys, Shale... oh, and I've seen him paint the walls of his room before.

[ But that was when they were both feeling upset. She couldn't very much make out what it was that he painted. ]

[dirth]

Spirits have a rather negative reputation in Thedas. Many do not understand them or their nature and fear them for it.

[ To Solas, it's entirely different. He lived in a world where the Fade and the physical plain were connected and joined by more than just mage links - the idea of being entirely separated from spirits didn't sit well with him and he was beyond uncomfortable.

Still, he manages a soft, fond smile. ]

He has drawn you many things, then. Perhaps I ought to catch up with him.

[ Because he can paint gifts now, for her, in return for her kindness. ]

[princessia]

He also tells me about a lot of things. About Thedas and his friends in the drawings...

[ Some of it has been not-so-happy things, like the Blight and the treatment of mages. The latter she had to get Cullen to further explain to her, much to his discomfort. But she insisted for both of them to tell her.

She frowns a bit. A lot of what's accepted in Rieze Maxia sounds to be the opposite in Thedas. ]

I don't think people in Thedas would like a Rieze Maxian very much...

[dirth]

That is good to hear. Cole would be a very apt storyteller, given the chance to have an audience.

[ No, some things in Thedas would never be nice, but Solas does not think that he is going to dwell on that. He isn't there right now, and when he has his way, back home, things will change swiftly.

For now, he nods his head for a moment, considering. ]

No, perhaps not. But the world can change.

[princessia]

[ She looks up, her expression suddenly perking right back up. Well, that just makes her think about Jove's duty as the Inquisitor. ]

The world can change. And I'm going to visit someday!

[ Her tone is confident, as though crossing worlds is something simple to do. ]

[dirth]

I think that if anyone would be capable of it then it might well be you.

[ She's certainly determined enough, and he can see a streak in her that reminds him of Jove, of Cole, of people from Thedas. It makes him soften, ever so slightly.

The Fleet is changing him, little by little. He's not as set as he once was, and he fears that. ]

And I am sure that Thedas would welcome such a charming young woman.

[princessia]

[ She'd been on the fleet for close to a year already. Without Milla, Jude, or any other of her Rieze Maxian friends, she had to turn towards others to look up to as role models, guardians. Many of them were and are primarily from Thedas.

Being called a "young woman" gets her to smile, makes her feel like she's on the right track growing up. ]

I know how to write some words in common and Elvish now. Jove has been teaching me.

[dirth]

[ Solas feels a strange warmth that settles over him - there's a fondness building, the same kind that he feels for Cole but certainly not on the same level. Elize is a sweet, gentle girl and he appreciates that - and appreciates that she is here and not in Thedas.

He is losing too much there already; he need not learn more. ]

Ah, I see. Perhaps that is something you and I can work on together as well, to surprise her?

[princessia]

[ Cole tried to warn her against visiting Thedas, should it ever become possible for her. But she hasn't changed her mind. The thought of crossing over to other worlds, even dangerous ones, is all for the innocent goal of keeping the friendships that she formed. She misses the friends that she made. ]

I would like that! I want to get much better at reading and writing!

[ She sounds excited to further advance her learning and to make Jove proud of her. ]