Summer 50, 512 AV
Lucas Arias, failed squire, former bartender, chosen of Kelwyn and current university student had recently decided to take up sculpting. In fact he had enrolled in a sculpting class at the University, and he was currently practicing. Since it was such a warm, sunny day, he had decided to practice in a park rather than in a classroom or his own quarters – and attracted a fair bit of attention in the process.
Lucas was short, red-haired, with lots of freckles and somewhat mismatched clothes, and he sat on the ground rather than on a bench or at least a blanket, his supplies and a sketch of the sculpture he wanted to make in front of him. He was quite decent at drawing, so his sketch looked almost lifelike.
It was of a woman. She had quite a nice body and curves in all the right places, but instead of two arms like a normal person – or four or six arms like a likewise normal Eypharian – she had tentacle-like appendages, and she had eight of them. She also had three eyes, none of which were on her face, and a pair of antlers that would have made any stag proud.
Which the drawing was … interesting, his sculpture still left a little to be desired. It currently looked like a large lump of clay (the creature’s torso) with a smaller lump of clay (the head) and a couple of clay noodles sticking out of said lumps at odd angles.
Lucas was just in the process of giving the tentacled monstrosity her antlers when the whole thing collapsed. A curse (in Arumenic, his favourite language of course) escaped his lips. He took a new piece of clay, rolled it like he would a piece of dough, and soon he had more clay lumps and clay noodles lying in front of him.
Lucas Arias, failed squire, former bartender, chosen of Kelwyn and current university student had recently decided to take up sculpting. In fact he had enrolled in a sculpting class at the University, and he was currently practicing. Since it was such a warm, sunny day, he had decided to practice in a park rather than in a classroom or his own quarters – and attracted a fair bit of attention in the process.
Lucas was short, red-haired, with lots of freckles and somewhat mismatched clothes, and he sat on the ground rather than on a bench or at least a blanket, his supplies and a sketch of the sculpture he wanted to make in front of him. He was quite decent at drawing, so his sketch looked almost lifelike.
It was of a woman. She had quite a nice body and curves in all the right places, but instead of two arms like a normal person – or four or six arms like a likewise normal Eypharian – she had tentacle-like appendages, and she had eight of them. She also had three eyes, none of which were on her face, and a pair of antlers that would have made any stag proud.
Which the drawing was … interesting, his sculpture still left a little to be desired. It currently looked like a large lump of clay (the creature’s torso) with a smaller lump of clay (the head) and a couple of clay noodles sticking out of said lumps at odd angles.
Lucas was just in the process of giving the tentacled monstrosity her antlers when the whole thing collapsed. A curse (in Arumenic, his favourite language of course) escaped his lips. He took a new piece of clay, rolled it like he would a piece of dough, and soon he had more clay lumps and clay noodles lying in front of him.
