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Post by xcarynn on Jun 28, 2009 14:01:46 GMT -5
Adda hadn't been in Charoite long, not long enough to get a house, at least. She stayed in the Inn, when she had the money, other days she would lay out somewhere and spend the night outside, which was cold, but manageable. She didn't have much luggage, so staying outside wasn't a problem when it came to keeping her things. Staying outside presented two problems, with only one of which that could be solved reasonably.
The little Thatcher girl had a fear of the dark, especially outside, so she would spend the nights nervously laying in a forest or something, holding her teddy bear as tight as possible while cuddled in a sleeping bag and many blankets. This would be one of those days. It wasn't night yet, though, so Addelaide still had some time of peace before she had to find a reasonably dry spot to sleep on.
Painting was Addelaide's passion, especially painting flowers. That is why, in the purple hours just before nightfall, Addelaide sat on a thick blanket in front of the Charoite Chapel, her paintbrush in hand, examining one of the Chapel's many flowerbeds, which where dying in the winter's snow. There was a small canvas propped up with a stone in front of her.
She had her many paint bottles set up to the side of her, and she sat, painting the dying flowerbeds. Addelaide loved to spend the last hours of day this way. The lighting was beautiful, it was just before her phobia started to kick in, it was nice. Adda's paintings that supported this sort of lighting sold well, too, so Addelaide tried to paint most of her pictures at this time. The snow seemed to present a sort of poetic justice.
As the sky started to turn a little purplish, Addelaide started to worry a little. The night scared her, because of course, with the night came the darkness. She started to rush a little with her painting. Addelaide hated rushing with her paints, but she hated painting at night even more. Especially because it was hard to see the paint. A yawn escaped the girl, and she readjusted her hat. She was thankful for the gracious lack of snow fall this night. |
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Post by loveless on Jun 28, 2009 20:43:19 GMT -5
After a long day of work, not really having anything to do, Ethan was glad that he was going to have a new book to read. He gave a sigh, book in hand from visiting the library. One hand lightly holding it at his side, his other hand in his pocket as his dark eyes scanned his surroundings. His thoughts however were on sitting by the fire, glass of red wine in hand as he read his new book. The picture perfect night, his friend of a magpie sitting perched some place in the room sleeping. The thoughts warmed him despite the cold that surrounded him, or the warmth was coming from his red down feathered coat. He was walking in silence, the only noise coming from his steps as he walked along the path to get back to his store, his home that was housed in the back.
As usual, he was passing the chapel, not really thinking as much of his surroundings as his thoughts of winding down for the day. But something unusual out of the usual surroundings caught his dark brown eyes. He stopped looking over at the girl that was sitting on the blanket out in front of the chapel. She seemed to be focusing on something, he noted as he peered over out of curiosity. He realized that she must have been rather new to the area, having not really seen her before in the area. Then he also noticed the the girl with the brown braid and hat on her head was painting.
He silently approached, trying to not interrupt the womans thoughts as she worked. But he lingered not too far away to see the works. Soon a small smile came to his face, seeing the painting that shown the surrounding flowers that were dying from the cold and snow. It seemed like a great likeness, and surprisingly he actually opened his mouth to speak outside of his work to someone he hadn't met before. "You have a good talent, its a very nice painting." He said lightly, his tone a little cheery. Most likely because he was free from his work for the rest of the night. Thats when he noted the light flakes of snow that were now starting to fall around them.
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Post by xcarynn on Jun 28, 2009 21:11:00 GMT -5
Adda had been previously working in silence, but suddenly, she started to hear footfalls. She didn't pay them any mind, though. It wasn't unusual for people to walk around in these hours. Addelaide remained painting, as if she hadn't noticed anything. And, for all the footfalls knew, she hadn't noticed anything.
Then the noise stopped. It was silent. Addelaide was sure the mystery person hadn't passed her yet, so they must have either stopped along the way or cut between the chapel and library. Then someone spoke. What they said was a compliment, "You have a good talent, its a very nice painting." It was a man who said it.
Addelaide looked up. "Thank you," she said politely. She didn't recognize the man, of course she knew close to no one in the village, so that was no surprise. "I better have a talent, because I plan to live off it," Adda joked. The man she looked at was very...clean. Adda wasn't.
She had dirt on her face, and her braid was peculiarly messier than usual. She wiped some of the dirt smudges off of her face and held her hand for the man to see. "Starving artist, I guess," she laughed. Looking up as she was to see the man, she noticed a light snowfall. That wasn't good for a wet painting. Her backpack, which was sitting near her paints, was grabbed a hold of by Addelaide and a small sheet was pulled out of it.
Grabbing two foot long sticks from the ground, Adda created a sort of tent, around the small canvas so she could keep painting until dark. Another yawn escaped the girl. She began painting again. It was almost done, Addelaide was hoping to finish before nightfall. The snow may make that hard, though. The temporary tent should keep the painting from being ruined from the snow, though. |
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Post by loveless on Jun 28, 2009 21:36:51 GMT -5
Ethan's smile faltered slightly as he realized that she was in fact a starving artist, seeming like she hadn't had a good wash or place to stay from the looks of it. She made a makeshift tent for the painting she was working on to keep it dry. His gaze softened even more, he wasn't the nicest person on the planet, yet that being said, he did care for others. His happiness was rooted from being able to go home to a warm house and enjoy a drink. While this girl was just trying to finish up a painting before darkness settled over the Village. He hummed silently to himself as she yawned and he bit his lip, tucking the book under his arm and running a hand through his light brown hair. He then sighed shifting his footing.
"How much would that painting cost?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction, a soft smile once again spreading on his lips. Suddenly the small amounts of guilt had stopped tugging at his mind as he looked at it the painting. Glancing at the girl with the messy braid.
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Post by xcarynn on Jun 28, 2009 22:03:40 GMT -5
Addelaide itched behind her ear as she further examined the dying flowerbeds. She only had to add a few more touches to the painting and it should be finished. It was actually one of her better ones, despite Adda having to rush a bit. She dipped her brush into the black paint and formed her initials in the bottom left corner.
It shocked her to hear the man ask "How much would that painting cost?"
Adda had never been greedy about prices, quite the contrary, actually. She thought over what the price might end out to be. "I don't know, maybe five munnies," Adda told the man scratching her neck. All her life she had said "munnies," whether it be proper or not. She wasn't about to change habbits because someone said "munnies" sounded funny.
Addelaide hoped she wasn't asking too much. She had never really had any experience with pricing things, so it was hard for her to tell if her price was reasonable or not. This man seemed pretty well off, though, so even if that was a high price, which she doubted it was, he probably wouldn't mind. Adda hoped. |
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Post by loveless on Jun 29, 2009 10:32:40 GMT -5
Ethan's eyes widened looking at the girl. "Seriously?" he asked, not being able to hide the shock even in his voice. "You are trying to make a living off of your art!" He said eyebrows furrowing together, not really taking note of the fact that she used 'munnies' but more of the fact that she was selling it for such a low price. He himself being quite the business man and owning his clothing store he didn't see the womans logic if she was seriously trying to make a living. "I think you should bump up the price." He said with a chuckle and a shake of the head. "You should have multiple prices for the quality and amount of work put into a painting, also it should range with the sizes of the painting." He sad, reaching into his pocket and feeling around a bit. Having a small wad of cash he gave a sigh pulling it out.
His business, no matter how boring it might be, left him with some cash. Not to mention the fact that he could ship out his clothing items to other cities to be sold. "How about this... I will give you 50 munny for the painting. Enough for a night at the Inn, providing you with a shower, warm bed, and breakfast in the morning. Yet you need to come to the Moretti Clothing store some time in the near future." He said with a smirk, 50 munny in hand as he tucked the rest of the cash in his pocket. His fingers seemed to itch on the cash, knowing that he was giving her the worth of one of the low quality gowns in his store. But its not like he was that selfish. "If and when you come to the Moretti Clothing store then bring a few paintings. I might want to buy some more, and if not then I might want to have you make some." He said tilting his head to the side. "What do you say?"
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Post by xcarynn on Jun 29, 2009 14:14:12 GMT -5
"Seriously? You are trying to make a living off of your art!" The words surprised Adda. Well, she obviously wasn't asking too much, judging by the shock in his voice and the words he chose. The girl bowed her head a little. "You should have multiple prices for the quality and amount of work put into a painting, also it should range with the sizes of the painting." The man added.
"I-I'm sorry," She said, not sure what her reply really should be. "I don't want to be greedy with prices, a-and I've never really had any experience with prices of things..." Adda trailed off. "Ha, you think?" Addelaide smiled in reaction to the man's pricing suggestion. It sounded pretty professional. "I'll look into pricing them accordingly, so I'll be a little better off next time someone wants to buy."
"How about this... I will give you 50 munny for the painting. Enough for a night at the Inn, providing you with a shower, warm bed, and breakfast in the morning. Yet you need to come to the Moretti Clothing store some time in the near future."
Adda's heart almost exploded out of her chest. "Oh, of course! Is that your shop?" Addelaide had seen the Moretti Clothing store many times, everything in it looked beautiful. "Thank you." Addelaide smiled at Mr. Moretti. She didn't know when, but sometime during their conversation she had stood up. Standing up, Addelaide was still about a head shorter than the man.
"If and when you come to the Moretti Clothing store then bring a few paintings. I might want to buy some more, and if not then I might want to have you make some. What do you say?"
"Okay, I will," Adda said, smiling at the man. "I'll see if I can buy some clothes, too." Addelaide was very happy. Mr. Moretti was being so nice to Addelaide. "Oh," she whispered, remembering she hadn't told him her name yet. "I'm Addelaide Thatcher, by the way. People call me Adda." She extended her hand politely, so he could shake it. |
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Post by loveless on Jul 1, 2009 11:18:56 GMT -5
Ethan nodded in response to the question of him owning the Moretti clothing store. When she stood thanking him he only gave a wave in dismissal. "Its nothing, I am just looking for a few paintings." He chuckled, it just so happened that he was helping the woman with the situation at hand. Even if it was mainly the other way around, with his main objective being helping the woman, and getting a few paintings in the process. His walls were rather bare, so overall it was a good trade. When the woman introduced herself, he gave a small smile when she stuck a hand out in his direction.
"I am Ethan Moretti," he said cautiously taking her hand. He didn't want to hurt the girls feelings, but he had been slightly hesitant to take the dirty hand. She was being polite anyways, so how could he deny her that. After that was over with he placed the 50 munny in her hand. "Don't forget to stop by sometime," he added, "I need some paintings, my walls are rather empty."
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