Logs:Artistic License
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| RL Date: 29 April, 2013 |
| Who: K'zin, Rasavyth, Tolman |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: K'zin, Rasavyth, and the recruits work on the backdrops for Mave's play. |
| Where: Bowl, High Reaches Weyr |
| When: Day 23, Month 8, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Weather: Sunny and nice. |
| Mentions: Mave/Mentions |
| OOC Notes: Special thanks to Mave for having a play and presenting me with this lovely opportunity for a vignette. |
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| By now, seeing K'zin wrangling a group of apprentices in the bowl after weyrling duties a couple times a sevenday is not an uncommon sight. Expanses of sewn-together off-white sheeting are laid on the bowl floor that have been etched with scaled designs. For a time it was just K'zin and the sheets transferring the designs from paper to the larger canvas. It took him longer than expected to scale something quite so large, and there were missteps along the way. The first and second scenes he tried have ruined attempt on their reverse. Eventually he got the hang of it. As he worked, Rasavyth would help by providing the "big picture" to help guide his hand through the enlarging process. Every now and again, from his higher vantage point, the look would include a boy. The boy must only be thirteen or fourteen wearing the knot of an apprentice, though Rasavyth's focus was not on him. As time went on and the scenes got drawn, the boy would hazard closer to the bronze pair, until eventually one day, a voice chirped, "What are you doing?" That and the explanation from K'zin was the beginning. Turns out the youth was artistically inclined and looking for an outlet. He asked to help. K'zin thought there might be other such willing hands with time after duties and spoke to a handful of the Journeymen he knew from the Craft Complex. They recommended helpers and K'zin recruited the willing. Soon enough, K'zin, the teens, and Rasavyth were at work getting the scenes colorized. Ras helped with large sections, like the stonework on the outside of the Hold, the woody color of the ship, and so on. He used it as an exercise for the precision uses of his tail. It wasn't really precise work, thankfully, or they might have been lost, but the bronze's ability to control the movements of his tail improved with practice. The apprentices were enthusiastic. They managed to get the paint fight out of their system the second day, and Ras ended up a victim of a lot of friendly fire. He went to the lake quickly enough to rinse off, so few had the opportunity to see. In the end, the last scene was finished better than the first, all fairly convincing representations, each with a few little issues, but nothing to completely disappoint those depending on their efforts. As K'zin cleaned up from the last painting session, Rasavyth blowing hot breath against the sheet to help it dry all the faster, the boy who had sparked the apprentices' involvement stuck around. K'zin barely noticed him until: "I draw, too." It's an innocent enough thing. "Yeah?" The weyrling asks, idly, more focused at the task at hand than on the boy. "I saw your drawings for the scenes." "And?" The boy scuffs a boot toe into the dirt, hands behind his back. "Would you-- would you look at my drawings?" Surprise stops K'zin in his tracks, closed paint buckets in each hand. Brown eyes find the boy, taking him in for the first time. He was young. Well, no younger than K'zin when he started drawing. "Why would you want me to look at them?" "So you could-- I donno, tell me what I did good and what I could do better. I guess." There's confusion on K'zin's face until a wisp of insight comes in a tenor purr, « He admires you. You were once like him. An apprentice. Who draws. Now a weyrling with me. » "Oh. Um, I'm not-- Is that a good idea?" Brows perk upward. With all the great wisdom of a young teen, the response is immediate: "Yeah. Why wouldn't it be? Don't you ever have other people look at your drawings?" K'zin stops his tongue before he has a chance to say anything inappropriate. Instead, "Sure." His face registers surprise. "I'll look at your drawings." "Great!" There's a grin, "Maybe you'll show me some of yours, too." An uneasy chuckle comes from the bronzer, "Yeah, maybe." There's another grin from the boy, "I'll come find you. It'll be fun, you'll see. You can teach me the cool stuff you know." The grin goes to Rasavyth then, and then with a wave, he's off. Just like that, K'zin feels the responsibility. He feels the weight of someone (even just one apprentice) actually looking up to him. « That is what leadership feels like. » Rasavyth rumbles. Mentorship might be more accurate, but mentorship can sometimes be a form of leadership. « It feels funny. » |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Tue, 30 Apr 2013 03:31:48 GMT.
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AW. Just... aw. That is... It's awesome what certain events can lead up to. Even something as simple and innocent as an artist looking up to someone who's more familiar with the craft. <3
« It feels funny. » is one of those lines that's so good you gotta point it out. So I am. xD Obviously, I enjoyed this.
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