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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

[dawnwillcome]

[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.

[dirth]

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.

[dawnwillcome]

[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.

[dirth]

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.